Just a sampling of what is along the lakefront walk.

I am no green thumb so I admire all the potted plants and flowers. Each home has this many in front, out their windows, lined along their walk. I can understand why this was the case in the cities because you weren't surrounding by lush landscapes; but even in the Italian Alps, they love their potted plants.

A walk through the streets of Veranna.

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Looking back at our town, Fiumelatte, over the Villa Monestero.

King of the Hill on another little beack. Look at all those guns.

My boys.

My girls.

No better place to contemplate life for a little boy than on a rock in the middle of Lake Como.