dimanche 17 août 2008
By Wednesday, we were tired of the sun and beach. We decided to go up into the mountains and visit.
We first visited a town we hadn't visited before called Badalucco. Around the town were artworks, I guess by the local residents?
(Cat on Vespa)
Afterwards, we quickly visited a town called Montalto Ligura, high up on the top of a hill, then
went back to the town of Triora, the witch's town that we had visited last time. We ate lunch, whereupon I found out that a Taglia di Frommagi is not cheese with pasta, but a cheese plate. Ah well. I have never been one to turn down a good cheese plate. Then we walked around the village, which I liked better this time than the previous time. This time the sun was out and it didn't seem so gloomy. We walked up to a cemetary on the top of the hill, overlooking the village and the surrounding mountains. Very nice view but I still prefer American cemetaries- European ones seem so overdone. We left around 4 to return to San Remo. We looked at house prices- not for any serious reasons, just to see. You can buy a ruin for about 35,000 in Triora. I think I would actually prefer to live up in the mountains somewhere. Whereas apartments in San Remo are 200,000 or more.
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I wish I could still walk around places like that. It all looks beautiful.