Man with Bikes, Monte Isola

There was a time when, if you wanted to undertake the Grand Tour, you really needed to be minor nobility with a wad of peasants' dosh stashed away in your doublet. Nowadays it seems you just have to be a middle-aged git with some redundancy money stashed away in your 0.1% pa (gross) online savings account. The banks meantime are taking care of the peasants' dosh, passing it on to their senior execs, the bastards.

Anyway I might not come back because I really, really like it here, what with all the buongiorno's and buena seras and signoras.

This gentleman has been instructed to 'look like you're doing something with the bike'. Sometimes he does what he's told, just for a bit of peace.

Photo by courtesy of Mrs BrB. Yes, it's me.