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Published: July 20th 2008
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Outside garden of "La Cantina"
Amazing restaurant (see text) in Castiglione del Lago. Asha and Jay liked the very old table, out of use and falling apart A visit to a huge lake, just down from Castiglione del Lago. The guide book had recommended a particular restaurant in town for a local traditional dish of white bean stew and the carp caught in the lake, so we headed there for lunch. The town was glorious, in what seems to be the usual Umbrain style, built ontop of a hill, we drove and parked and went straight to eat. We loved the restaurant and those white beans, cooked in a broth and served with what ever, Karl chose Pork, Onita had the Carp. Then on for a Gelato, which ended in the usual story of Asha eating it neatly and efficiently without too much mess, whilst Jay just not getting the hang of licking all round the sides, so getting most of it melted on his cloths. We then decided to wander through town, taste a few of the local offerings in local wine, cheese and hams, which the kids enjoyed too, being spoilt by all the local shopkeepers.
We still had the afternoon ahead of us, and the lake beneath the town looked so inviting from this hillside town. We drove down parked walked towards the lake
Main street
One of the main streets of Castiglione del Lago, just after (yet another) gelato with promises of swimming and beach, and then we smelt it, and then we saw it ……… sewage in the lake. Yet everybody was there in it, swimming, we weren’t too sure what to do, as we walked further up the beach it got marginally better, and with the constant please from Asha to get into the water, the spotting of showers to use afterwards, and realising you couldn’t get much deeper than your ankles, Karl took Asha off into the this murky water, with a frown on his face and promises from her that only her ankles would touch the water, and nothing else. Jay absolutely decided he was not going into a pooey lake, still upset about his Lake Garda experience, I wouldn’t wonder he never visits an Italian Lake again in his life! So Onita and Jay made sand castles on some dubious sand, and then every one cleaned off before a beer or two was really needed to relax.
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