First stop after leaving the sauna house was to see the Last Supper painting on a wall of a monastery done by some guy called Da Vinci.
Painted over a 4 year period because he had other things to do, it was quite impressive in a very unimpressive building once used by Napoleon as a stable (somebody has been paying attention to our guide today).
After an early arrival, we had to run back to the ticketing area to put our bags with drinks in lockers. This happened just as we were entering to see the painting. They said food and drink was OK. I heard it. Another lost in translation moment.
Painting was good. You get 15 minutes exactly, so make sure to have a look at the other painting in the room by a guy called Not Da Vinci.
A one hour trip in aircon is heaven.
Lake Como was a lake. It had boats and people and out of my price range houses in the hills overlooking the water.
There was an impressive vintage car show of vehicles whose owners also owned the hillsides around the lake.
We walked, we looked, we had lunch at a real café. The day after declaring she was done with eating spaghetti bolognaise, Annette had the beef ragu, which was essentially spaghetti bolognaise with tagliatelli. Go figure.
I went with my first chef prepared pizza with tomato, basil and goat mozzarella. Crispy and soft at the same time. It was a 7/10.
The town done and one double ice cream consumed by not me, we took another aircon train back to Milan, caught the metro, did our food and Pepsi shopping and headed back to a way too hot apartment to eat chicken nuggets and salad with the last balsamic dressing bottle we will use this holiday.
Disney+ installed to the bedroom TV, we watched half of the Force Awakens and wondered if "the light saber chooses the owner" comment was first or if JK Rowling stole that too about wands, while quickly falling to sleep with a Restavit because it is just so damned hot.
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