Just 700m south than the previous. While getting around I found myself staring at how it was in my memories. I do not remember very well how it looked. I remember more the perceptions I had at the time, like the one from the local river: Adda when it came down full from the snow melting or the smells or the noise of the trucks on the valley's main road (that at the time traversed the village).
To close this post a little leftover from December. This is just to balance the wrong impression of me getting romantic :-D