LYS, Bellagio style

I stopped into an interesting LYS today, in Bellagio.  No, not that parody of classic Italian design in the Las Vegas desert!  I mean the Bellagio on Lake Como, in northern Italy, where George Clooney likes to hang out.  In fact, I saw him by the boat dock...not really.  Yes, those are indeed baby bibs; along with yarn, this store also sells bibs, T-shirts and other sundry items of clothing.  I didn't recognize any of the yarn brands (where's the Filatura di Crosa?  the Filati?  the Berroco*?).  No needles or patterns, or at least none visible, and the yarn, aside from the tempting window display, was stacked in boxes on a high shelf behind the counter--no tactile temptation there!  And although I loitered in the store for nearly ten minutes (a really long time in these kinds of circumstances), no one ever appeared to sell anything to me!  No wonder they keep the yarn out of reach.

Oh well.  After a splurge at the latest WEBS online sale, I'm finally on the dreaded yarn diet, anyway.  I wish my husband would go on a cigar diet.  This is his favorite store in Heathrow airport.  As one can see from the cigar box labels, the husband likes to practice the art of ignoring good advice.  These labels go on cigarettes in the U.K. too, and they hit every angle, from the high to the low:  motherly and fatherly instinct ("don't make your children breathe your smoke"), consideration for others ("smoking seriously harms you and others around you"), fear of death ("smoking kills"), vanity ("smoking causes ageing [sic] of the skin"), and the dreaded below-the-belt "smoking decreases blood flow and may cause impotence."

*Ha ha.  Although it sounds Italian, Berroco is actually a Massachusetts company.