What a find. First day it was over cast and we walked into town, which had nothing really to say for itself and it was pretty rainy and dull. I think I was expecting idyll, so we were a bit taken aback.
However, the next day, the sun came out, we walked in the other direction, along the bank of the lake, to a little sleepy end of town, with an abandoned church and merry-go-round (as we have found most towns in France had) and a couple of restaurants on the water.
We saw Great Crested Grebes dancing, baby Coots, a magnificent sunset over the mountains, with the sun hitting the side of the hill and illuminating a small house. It is a lovely lake (comparatively small) and we swam in it every day – COLD.
I had the thickest hot chocolate of my life. Oh, and we accidently drove into Switzerland! We were camping next to the town, that was half Italian and half Swiss. With the border crossing right in the middle. We moved on. As we left, we drove through Switzerland for about an hour. We had no Swiss Francs, so just kept going until we popped back into Italy again.