We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A re-postfrom June, 2008. Was it that long ago? Seems like yesterday...It was a fine trip.
We took a day, last week, to hop the train over to Lake Como (and to stop by the Como Duomo), and took the fast ferry up to Villa Carlotta in Tremezzo - and then across the lake to Bellagio to see the equally renowned gardens of Villa Melzi.
The 17th-18th century Villa Carlotta and its gardens were a traditional and necessary stop on the "Grand Tour" of "the Continent." We anglophiles like to follow in those old paths.
It is impossible to capture on camera the feel of such vast and varied gardens, which are, in effect, both botanical gardens with worldwide collections of plants, and ornamental gardens designed to impress as much as to delight - some formal Italian and some English-style.
For example, these gardens have bamboo groves, Sequoia groves, acre-sized plantings of azalea, palm collections, collections of cacti, citrus arbors, etc. Even a turtle pool with happy and smiling American southern Red-eared Sliders and Cooters.
This photo is the entrance:
More of my mediocre photos on continuation page below -
Train from Stresa down to Milan, then eastward into Lombardy to Como. Mussolini's truly fascist-style Milan train station (there are even carved - or cement - fasces decorating the exterior). An adventure, especially with the Somali thieves in the train stations, but we should have just called for a car for the trip:
The ferry approach to Tremezzo, on a foggy and drizzly day:
A church on the main drag in Tremezzo:
A view of the plantings adjacent to the Villa, with a Wisteria and Jasmine arbor, in progress.
The view from the porch. That's the Bellagio peninsula across the lake.
If there is anything that I can't stand it's a person that fluffs off his work as mediocre, when it is really good. Now stop your pretending!! Thanks for sharing these beautiful shots. - - - - - - -You can have the book you gave me back ,in exchange for a bottle of wine. - - - - PS Heating oil is anywhere between 4.40 and 4.60 a gallon. We are all going to freeze are ass'es off this winter,and go broke doing it!!!
Another great set of photos, and nothing "mediocre" about them. I think you have a fine eye for photography. The "view of the plantings" could not have been framed better. And I'm still amazed by how lush and tropical everything looks. The palms and fronds in "another view" look like the stuff growing around here (Florida Keys), yet the misty mountains in the background add a surreal quality to the whole thing.
While you've given us some good commentary on the botanical end of things, you haven't mentioned anything about the culture yet. Some possible ideas:
- Was there a language problem, or were the locals pretty much ready for anything?
- If there was a problem, what was the main fall-back, hand signals or the translation book?
- Is it true what they say about Italian women? (I have no idea what it is they say, but I'd still like to know whether it's true or not!)
- Does the Dylanmaster really have rainbow-colored hair? We thought it was a wig at first, but rumor has it that it's his real hair done up in the latest Euro-metro look. Obviously, we need another picture for proof!
- If you were forced to move there, what would be some of the things you'd appreciate about it, and what would be some of the things you'd miss?
- Was there a single highlight and lowlight from the trip?
i've seen a few references and insinuations that the dylanologist is a crazy haired, pot-smoking hippie (not to mention a delinquent photographer/traveler who doesn't post enough photos on maggie's, but this is a point i freely concede).
however, to arrive at the pot-smoking hippie supposition is to fall prey to a stereotypical characterization of those who love and respect bob with as much vigor and enthusiasm as the dylanologist appears to. it seems to me that the bob-related postings on maggie's should help to dismantle the notion that bob is only for the long haired hippie liberals. i'm a medium-length haired, substance-free, southern republican, and i myself am a big fan of bob. let us not jump to conclusions.
remember--a flute with no holes, is not a flute. a donut with no holes, is a danish.