We came across a dock with large, comfortable boats moored to piers. The parking lot was teeming with men in white captain hats embellished with gold anchors. The only people in Stresa that weren’t asleep must have been these captains and, of course, us. We didn’t have a chance.
“Boat, boat,” one captain offered. “Go to the islands,” said another.
Photo by Jesse Scott
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