Bellaggio, Lago Maggiore Sitting on a plastic chair outside a laundromat late afternoon summer balmy in the tree shade. Voices a dog bark church bells as pure background noise. Try not to move. In a place I know, so far from home, here I am with this perfect sky, the cool lake breeze, the ferries zig zag cross to over there. Wanting more?   A friend warns, once you’ve seen one lakeside town you’ve seen them all. Plane tree promenade, narrow street winding up the hill, tourist cafes, pigeon shit, a church or two and souvenir shops. What else is…