hen one wistfully dreams of luxurious destinations for the set, like Lake Como or the Amalfi Coast, the reveries almost undoubtedly include visions of skipping across the glassy surface on a Riva Aquarama motorboat. Crystal-clear Italian water splashing against its sleek mahogany sides, a beautiful partner at your hip with hair flapping in the wind. You stare purposefully through the wraparound windshield, guiding the steering wheel with casual determination—allowing the art of Dolce far Niente to lead you
