The cathedral and the Museum of Archaeology and History were both closed or about to close for lunch, so there was nothing for it but to have lunch ourselves. Afterwards we strolled over to the Aero Club Como, the source of the little seaplanes that were constantly taking off, circling the lake and landing.
There were no sightseeing flights available that day - just as well, since the cost was way beyond my budget - but the woman in the information office showed me around the club's 1935 Caproni Ca 100, answered my many questions about it and gave me a handful of postcards.
Como is chiefly of interest to me for its Roman past as Novum Comum, and as the home of Pliny the Elder and Younger (Pliny the Embryo, Pliny the Glint in the Milkman's Eye etc). When we made it back to the museum it was open but due to close in an hour, so I dragged Howard round to tick off all the Roman bits.
Ice cream flavour of the day: kiwi fruit.
After dark we had dinner on the chilly 'panoramic terrace' of a restaurant back in Brunate, watching planes pass overhead and trains below. The lake was surrounded by little lights; there was an orange glow in the distance from a big town, bright strings of road, and dark patches that must have been forest or water.
One of the waiters asked us to move to a different table to accommodate a party of four at ours. The tables looked exactly the same size to us; the group ousting us gave apologetic, perplexed smiles and the waiter promised us a liqueur later.
When we went back into the warm to pay we were given a glass of limoncello each, which we drank while the staff ate their own supper of bread and cheese.