We stumbled across a flea market down on the shores of Lake Como. I wanted to go to Como to see if we could find George Clooney but it seems to me that the locals are so in love with Signore Clooney that they protect him as if he was their own.
So the search for Clooney ended up bargain shopping. I did slip away in a little fantasy of sourcing antiques for Signore George Clooney’s lakeside villa but I was snapped out of that fantasy by the odor of unwashed Germans pushing past me to look at some linens.
We drove away with a fun clock, a tin and print boxes as a souvenir from Como which was almost as good as seeing George Clooney.