Lingua Franca.

Bardolino, Italy. Lake Garda at your feet.

A map in your bag you havent unfolded in weeks.

Verona awaits, but whats the rush? Odds are, a city with roots going back to the first century B.C. will still be around tomorrow.

Its hard to leave here.

The pensione is comfortable.

The negronis, delicious.

By the day, the list of things youre willing to compromise diminishes.

How you dress isnt one of them.

Youre drawn to different things here. Nothing gray. Nothing too serious.

At just the right moment, this dress presents itself. Impossibly weightless. Intoxicatingly winsome. The georgette, the ruffles, the polka dots all conspire in a kind of lingua franca.

Difficult to translate.

Easily understood.

Ruffled Polka Dot Dress (No. 6459). Exuberant red polka dots on 100% silk georgette wrap dress lined in airy crepe de chine. Ruffles at neck and hem. Self-fabric belt ties in front or back, depending on your whims. To the knee. Imported.