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<title>Lugano, Switzerland</title><biblioid class="uri">http://norman.walsh.name/2002/04/01/lugano</biblioid>
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	<surname>Walsh</surname>
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      <year>2002</year>
      <year>2003</year>
      <holder>Norman Walsh</holder>
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<para>Lugano, Switzerland</para>
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<para xml:id="p1">Today began our first real day of touring. Bus or Firari
Testarosa. Decisions, decisions.</para>

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<para xml:id="p2">Ironically, for an Italy
tour, it begins with a trip to Lugano in Switzerland.</para>

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<para xml:id="p3">On the way to Lugano, we stopped at Como
on the beautiful Lake Como. A brief boat tour provided ample
opportunity to admire the villas of the sorts of folk to which the
ordinary rich and famous can only aspire. If, perchance, this includes
you, and you're looking for someone to watch over your villa for a few
weeks in the summer, well, feel free to ask.</para>

<para xml:id="p4">Beyond spectacular views, gorgeous
gardens, and architecurally marvelous style, some of these villas
offer such amenities as private trams and even a private elevator up
to the street level.</para>

<para xml:id="p5">Lugano itself is a beutiful lakeside community nestled in a valley of
steep hills. An ideal setting for the purchase of fine Swiss
craftsmenship in watch making. And chocolate.</para>

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<para xml:id="p6">The journey back to the hotel provided an opportunity to observe an
Italian tradition: Easter Monday picnicing. This is a tradition taken
seriously, with miles and miles of cars lined up around the public
parks teaming with throngs of people who came prepared for a complete
full-body picnic experience.</para>

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