The village of Lama, which I left on a clear Monday morning, just as the clock was striking eight, was only marginally more lively than yesterday's ghost town appearance and rush hour consisted of two cars at the roundabout slowing down to allow the drivers to exchange a few pleasantries. And although I walked along the main road out of town to the south-east, I don't remember being passed by a single car for the two kilometers, before turning off and starting the familiar walk along farm-tracks and through deserted and half-deserted farm buildings.
From Lama to Pietrolunga via Bocca Seroglia
From Lama to Pietrolunga via Bocca Seroglia
From Lama to Pietrolunga via Bocca Seroglia
The village of Lama, which I left on a clear Monday morning, just as the clock was striking eight, was only marginally more lively than yesterday's ghost town appearance and rush hour consisted of two cars at the roundabout slowing down to allow the drivers to exchange a few pleasantries. And although I walked along the main road out of town to the south-east, I don't remember being passed by a single car for the two kilometers, before turning off and starting the familiar walk along farm-tracks and through deserted and half-deserted farm buildings.