Russian travel magazine

Lake Como is somewhere my father travelled to quite often and for extended periods It was raining in Milan and, though it was already late in the afternoon, I decided to make what turned out to be quite a poignant trip. I'm sure my father would have sat on a similar terrace, entertaining himself with a similar selection of wine and food.

Some time later, it was very nice to have one of the photographs published in what I think was a Russian travel magazine. I think the photograph, the one on the left, captures some of the magic of the place.