Milano era una città ferita ma viva, e l'hotel a Stresa offriva un rifugio temporaneo prima della fuga finale sul lago verso la Svizzera.
The retreat from Caporetto was a chaotic nightmare on the muddy roads of northern Italy...
Stresa looked very deserted from the lake. There were the long rows of bare trees, the big hotels and the closed villas. I rowed across to Isola Bella and went close to the walls, where the water deepened sharply
It would have been better than Stresa because there are fewer people at Pallanza. Stresa is so easy to get to from Milan that there are always people you know.
You aren’t in Switzerland until you come to Brissago. You have to pass Monte Tamara.
…we crossed the river in August and lived in a house in Gorizia that had a fountain and many thick shady trees in a walled garden and a wistaria vine purple on the side of the house.
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