There were no cabs in Lecco on Saturday afternoon.
We were forced to take a bus to Bellagio.
Six other passengers were on the bus, five of them women, all from Eastern Europe. I assume that they were working as maids in the region.
They were looking at us and our suitcases as if we were starting a life as maid and butler near Lake Como.
The blessings of public transportation should never be underestimated.
Convenience is the enemy of inspiration.
I will use the subway and the bus more frequently in NYC. Taking a taxi will only be allowed when it snows, when it rains or when it is more than 90 or less than 35 degrees. Or when I travel to Brooklyn.