Lake Como is somewhere my father travelled to quite often and for extended periods It was raining in Milan and, though it was already late in the afternoon, I decided to make what turned out to be quite a poignant trip. I'm sure my father would have sat on a similar terrace, entertaining himself with a similar selection of wine and food.
Some time later, it was very nice to have one of the photographs published in what I think was a Russian travel magazine. I think the photograph, the one on the left, captures some of the magic of the place.
