I love to get in the walled old town of Como Villa Olmo, strictly on foot (cars are not allowed a walk so fragrant and silent for the lake).
I love the lights of the houses and the magnificent eighteenth-century villas on the dark waters of Lake Como in the evening and the beautiful color images reflected day.
I love the steep funicular up Brunate Lighthouse San Maurizio, my landmark day and night, and the windows of the house.
I love the intimate historical center with its pedestrian streets by special names that remind me so much of my calluses.
I love its beautiful churches: the huge Cathedral with its special hanging tapestries, the little Church of San Fedele for his magical medieval atmosphere and the intense noise (a concert harp I was left alone in the heart) 's Church of immense Sant'Abbondio for its interesting architecture.
I love the rich history of independent city (see Barbarossa, Milan).
I love the living, being a city human scale, where you can run safely on foot at night.
I love its climate, mild and low humidity (if you Como, who always complained about the humidity in your town, you want to try the real moisture that gets into your bones and you wet your face, go in my part of the lagoon sappiatemi and say!).
I love the soul in winter and summer is a city that offers many entertainment, theaters of the historical "Teatro Sociale" and the small but intimate "The little lamp, and outdoor events in the park Evergreen Villa Olmo, the free concerts of the Conservatory, the free guided tours in museums and churches in the city to the reenactment history, with interesting exhibitions of paintings at Villa Olmo several sleepless nights and cultural festivals of music, the literary charm of "Parolario" a lot more.
not love as its inhabitants, a bit ', and chilly too close to my customs and traditions of citizens who come from another city on the water, sea, however, and perhaps this is the difference.
short, Como with "or" open, not so much "forest", but because this is his diction right, I like it so much.
I like and I love his Lake Como.
Every evening when I get home from the road in Cernobbio, just I see the dark green waters of the lake, screaming with joy: "Hello lake!"
When I leave my water to return to the other, however, that the beautiful placid lake Como can not forget me, I go to greet him. And, when I informed him: "Behold, the lake, I'm back!"
I have a very very close relationship with Lake Como: comforts me and calms me when I walk along its banks.
It fills me with joy in the summer, with its color, and tenderness in the winter when it's cold and the wind is biting her.
reminds me of my past and my present.
It 's always there, waiting to go visit him and talk to him, made him my secrets, my dreams, tell me, you, us.
I love and I love the Como lake.
years told me: "Why do not you move to L. ..?"
And for years, my answer is always the same: "Moving to L. ..? We think not! I need to breathe in the history of a city!" A breath Como
history.
In Como, despite having no family or relatives, I feel at home.
I could leave for Como Florence or Bologna, but that's another story.
Thank you, dear Helen, for your fresh magic blog.
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