An Italianman's home is his castle.

1st visit of the week to Lake Garda and a slight misunderstanding of the Italian road system meant the car was parked about 5 kms from the historic (touristy) part of the town of Sirmione. It was nothing that a brief stroll couldn't remedy but the large car park that's positioned right at the entrance to the old town didn't improve Mrs Al's mood when we strolled past it.

But the stretching of the legs did allow us the chance to build up an appetite for some more ice cream, although walking through the coach loads of other tourists who were there did have me wondering whether the large amounts of ice cream on sale was perhaps due to the fact that the average age of the visitor may have been in the 60's and the soft food options may be the best sellers.

But as Mrs Al observed, another Italian town, another castle.