in Italy. So off we went, hoping to find snow, as well (we were going HIGH). And Norcia is indeed delightful, but remote; if one stayed there, one would need to find everything necessary for contentment within the town, for there is no other within coo-ee. We did manage to get a couple of images of snow on distant mountain-tops between buildings ... And then on to Castelluccio, stopping only for some more photographs looking back down towards Norcia before we climbed ever higher up the flanks of Montagna Fuscone and Monte Ventosola. Then the
Piano Grande, and mountains with real snow on top (looking a bit like iced cakes, because most of it had melted away). An amazing place, that plain ... hard to imagine it
covered in flowers; when we saw it, its surface was marked only by what looked like (bloody big !) molehills. And there was a small Post Office van out there, with a man putting large quantities of the overturned earth into bags inside the van (probably mixing lovingly with the mail) ... The silence was absolute, except for the wind; and it was quite magical.
Castelluccio itself looks very old indeed, and in need of some fairly urgent
restauro. Dunno that