travelswithalice

About six years ago, Stuart and I came to the Veneto region to explore the villas built by Palladio. We saw a few but we missed a lot of others too. Because we couldn't find them, or we ran out of time, or they were not open on the days we came to see them or on the times we came. Those open only in the mornings we never got to see because we, at least I, guard our mornings indoors jealously. Meaning, I rarely get up and out, breakfasted and bathed and ready to face the world, before noon.

Monday, we left Gargnano. We felt silly to be leaving. The sun was shining, the air was clearer than ever after the much vaunted storm. That was a storm? It came at 6 in the morning and was gone by breakfast. But Palladio was waiting.

In Asolo we checked into our hotel, the Albergo da Sole, deposited our bags in our room, and eagerly set out for our villas. Monday is not a good day for the villas, the girl at reception said, because most are closed Mondays.