Descending the narrow cobbled streets to the Lake requires time and care, as where we stayed was full of fascinating little shops and galleries… and also because cars still somehow drive along them.
After much calculation of time available before our afternoon bus and scrutinising ferry routes and times, Trish determines that we can take a round trip to see the little towns of Cannobio and Cannero across the Lake up closer. There is some debate at the ticket office but we have tickets for the three legs of the trip so it seems fine. She tells us what time to get the ferry.
We leave Luino behind.
First stop is Maccagno, where I see people sunbathing on the narrow strip of lakeside ‘beach’, or swimming.
I even see a caravan park and someone on a paddle board. It is summer after all.
The town of Cannobio is charming, and quite large. I can now see small ‘settlements’ all around the top of the Lake. Who needs the Riviera?
There is a horse statue here, grand steps… and lots of waterside cafés.
Everyone disembarks, except us. We have tickets for the round trip, right?
Wrong; the ferry heads back to Luino.
We are assured we can stay on board from there as it now goes to Cannero… and on to Cannobio! This is the ferry we were meant to catch.
Conflicting information seems to be the Italian way!
The ferry is full; people are coming across for lunch at the many cafés.
We do get to pass close by the two islands with forts, seen from distant Luino.
And then we go to Cannobio again, and back to Luino.
All this leaves us with little time for lunch and the food shopping we must do, as where we will spend the next week is very isolated.
We run out of time before the bus is due.
After our ferry mixup, we can only cross our fingers that the bus will come and we are at the right stop.