On my first morning at Lake Como, I arise and open heavy metal shutters blocking the sunrise. The chill air greets me and I glance around in anticipation. In the alley below, the fishermen’s early catch is already hanging on their lines. This quiet moment frozen in time has a backstory. It takes many hours of hard work to achieve this and I wonder if the men are now home having a hot breakfast with their families. I thank them silently for bringing us food. What a nice way to start the trip.
Fish on a line. Early morning at Lake Como, Switzerland.