...to buy a fat pig, I believe is how it goes.
But no porcine critters could be found, along the scores of tempting stalls set up in a vast row, with backs to the lakeshore.
Men's coats and women's tights (in different stalls); nearby were purses by the hundreds and whole flocks of little girls' cutsy-kitty type pouches. Farther along men's hats, inviting you to buy a slice of portable shade. Scarves? Got 'em, right next to the tablecloths booth. Food things were farther down the rows, towards the yachts area, which we didn't wander into today. But Tuesdays only, alas.
As the sun emerged and noon passed, we needed a GELATO fix. We sat poking at the scrumptious, slowly melting mass in our round medium/large cartons, at a table outside an adjacent deli, empty of customers. Whose indignant owner shooed us off several peaceful minutes later.
Michele found a linen blouse today, at "Sisters" shop; watch for it at some glamorous fête anon. And this (literal) nod from a cone we saw, waiting to be served at gelato-land:
FWIW, watch for DARK CHOCOLATE GELATO—flavor is to die for.
Desultory packing now, back in our non-merchandising room (relieved sigh). Shortly after 9am tomorrow we need to scoot along to catch a 10am train to Milano. Hopefully our fun, force-of-nature hostess can secure us a cab.
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