(although not soapy !) and we had to drive there 'specially to drop it and collect it. A day after we'd done so, we were wandering around Trevi proper, and guess what we found ourselves passing ...? -- yeah, a laundry.

Anyway ... in Trevi we found the best ristorante of our trip: Ristorante Osteria la Vecchia Posta -- tell 'em we sent you. Marco is its youthful padrone, and his place is the only one in which we found *terrific* food, nice surroundings, plenty of room, no rush or hurry, friendly and intelligent service and NICE music. But the food itself is sufficient justification for our enthusiasm: traditional recipes of local produce, *wonderfully* cooked.

Monday 11th March
Travelling:
Trevi - Campello sul Clitunno - Sellano - Cerreto di Spoleto - Serravalle - Norcia - Castelluccio - Castelsantangelo sul Nera - Visso - Camerino - Matelica - Borgo Turico - Gualdo Tadino - Trevi ..........
The images of Castelluccio we'd seen on the Web had inspired us to go find the town, and an old and dear friend had told us that Norcia, the jumping-off place, is one of his favourites paesi
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