After leaving Villa Cicogna Mozzoni, we drove to the town of Porto Ceresio at the edge of Lago Lugano on the Swiss border.
Sunset was nearing, casting a soft golden light over the lake. The buildings glowed as we walked along the lakeside promenade teeming with people beginning the evening passeggiata. Waterside cafes edged the avenue.
A lively fountain sat in the middle of the promenade; we paused to admire it.
Along the water, houses lined the shore, their boats docked like cars on a watery driveway.
As we walked, Gianni noted the number of acorn husks littering the ground, empty of their acorns. Then he remembered an old belief: if you kept an acorn in your pocket, it would bring you good luck and ensure a long life. Laughing, he realized where all the acorns had gone.