Bread, salt and Circeo

The second stop is at the table, at the Osteria del Lago, on the lakefront. This too is local presence, not the editorial desk: another rule, set by the merchant, for those who sit down after the bakery and the dune. You arrive by car, you eat with the lake at your side, and the bread from the main street becomes the first half of a lunch that looks at the water. The route holds together two counters of the same municipality, with the sand and the reed bed in between.