The bells of Basilica di San Giacomo woke us up this morning at 7:30am. Perhaps because it was a Sunday why they rang out earlier than yesterday but they were equally as loud.

For breakfast we had toast, which wasn't an easy feat. To begin with there wasn't a bread knife, the type with a serrated edge. Slicing the crusty loaf was a challenge.

Next, the toaster wasn't working so I had to toast the bread under the grill in the oven. It did the trick. With lashings of butter and some marmite (which Julie had brought with her) the toast was absolutely delicious. Washed down with some super sweet freshly squeezed orange juice.

We ate our breakfast outside on the terrace. It was so nice to have the outdoor space on such a beautiful day.

Instead of rushing out, we allowed the day to develop slowly and for our bowels to brew.

Shortly after 11am we left the apartment, walking down to the lake and the ferry terminals. We went to the ticket booth to buy tickets for Griante but it turned out we were at the wrong pier. Boats from Ponte 2 only went to Menaggio or Varenna.

We needed Ponte 1, which was just a little further down, the pier for the car ferry. Also adding to the confusion the destination we needed was Cadenabbia, a small suburb of Griante.  We paid €8.40 for a return ticket for two.

Eventually we caught the right traghetto heading across the lake in the right direction. Despite carrying vehicles it wasn't much larger than the pedestrian only ferry we caught on Friday.

Everyone walked up to the upper deck. Looking North we could see a wall of mountains and in the distance, behind them, a snowy Alpine peak was clearly visible at the border with Switzerland. 

It was a breathtaking view as it was, but when the snow arrives in Lake Como I imagine this view would be unbareably beautiful. 

We turned our attention to the church on the side of

Sanctuary of San Martino at Griante