By the time we got everybody fed and dressed, it was almost noon, and since it was Sunday, the town of Bellagio was pretty busy. As in most tourist towns, there were lots of cars trying to find parks (we didn't find any and Terry drove back to our house and just walked from there), and people were milling about in pretty large numbers. But we were able to join in the parade of people climbing the stairs to the town after we had had our cappuccino along the waterfront.

The waterfront is filled with boats for hire to take across the lake, down the lake, or up the lake to a myriad of little villages that perch on the side of the lake between the edge and the top of the mountains that ring the lake. Hundreds of lakeside cafes and fancy restaurants dot the perimeter, and gelaterias are everywhere! We're done our best to sample as many as possible.

There are dozens of huge villas that look like cake tops with their pastel walls and white trim that sparkle like sugar sprinkles. Forests of varied-hued greens fill the spaces inbetween the houses, villas and palaces, and high outcroppings of rock stick up like giant grey pointed hats.

Tomorrow we'll take a bus inbetween those grey pointed hats to Lugano, Switzerland.