If you drive through Italy it appears as if some towns are dying while others are thriving. The bright young grads from Bocconi leave, only to come back, as do the other young and restless.
Lake Garda, here up north, not far from Verona, not so far from Venice, is one of those towns that continues to thrive, in spite of globalization. In spite of it all.
It's awfully pretty and awfully special and holds a key to my heart. It was our first home away from home, even before Rome.