Now I understand why people have always loved the Meditteranian climate. 4 PM, blue sky, balmy without humidity, 1 km down to the Lake, then 4 kms along the superb waterfront, dodging tourists, return the same 5 kms. I only snapped the first town part, not the lake part, because a young Italian man caught up with me and insisted on chatting for the next 8 kms. 22 years old, he forced me along at a pace I haven’t run since Melbourne, and by the end I’d managed 6:05 mins/km instead of the 6:20 or 6:25 I achieved in Wales. Wrung out but happy.