Contemporary Poetry
1 min
The Tourists Get Their Rental Car Stuck in Cannero
Linda Nemec Foster
Such an embarrassment in northern Italy: the Lake District filled with large tourists in tiny cars. Or in this case, small tourists in a big car. No matter the details, they can't find their hotel—a small boutique number on the shores of Lake Maggiore. Not as crowded as Como, but they still drive past the front door and the bewildered locals who can't imagine where they could be going with that car. Creeping down the pedestrian lane, ignoring the universal road signs (an outline of a car with a stark red line slashed across it), they take a left turn onto an even smaller road. Narrower than an alley, a footpath, a bicycle lane. The car gets stuck between a bar and a pizzeria. They can't move an inch until a kind waitress rushes out, gently frees the side mirrors, and directs them to drive in reverse down the steep path they just came from. They disappear with their car, the buildings streaked with black, black scars.
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