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Another day trip I took was to Verona. I spent the evening before poo-pooing the weather lady for forecasting thunderstorms when I was going to Lake Como. This, of course, meant that there were thunderstorms as soon as I stepped off the train umbrella and jacket-less. I jumped on the city tour bus and sat downstairs (which is completely not the way to see a city) trying to eye out a department store for a raincoat. Eventually I found one but all the ladies ones were size 10 and shiny purple. Panic not! I found a rather spiffing men's NAVY yachting jacket that cost about as much as my holiday. And it fitted.

So armed with my protective gear I touristed the sucker out of the place. I did not grope Juliet's breast - there were just too many people doing it.