Needle in a Haystack

Desperately trying to find the ruined city of Castellvecchio. Hiking in circles through the National Forest.  We almost gave up but carried on driving along white dust tracks and me hiking down and back up a steep rock strewn path. Eventually arriving at a chain barrier with dire warnings about falling rocks and private property –strictly no entry.  Turning round and hiking back. Never found it. 


Later, back at the hotel I showed the receptionist my photo of all of the signs. “Oh,” she jauntily declared “you don’t need to worry about those. Ignore them. Just go back tomorrow and try again.” Some hopes. No chance. 


In the meantime the day was redeemed on dropping in to Colle Vale D’Este. Dusty and quiet and impressive.


Rounded off with dinner in San Gimi and a stroll around the streets spotting the various entertainments. A tango display, which Val reckoned the Strictly judges would not mark at all highly and this ernest guitarist. Lost in his own genius and plucking the occasional synthesized chord. While being snapped by the local press photographer who earlier had been on the next table in our restaurant snapping her little curly haired niece. 


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