Not feeling very funny today, so I thought I might show you some photos I took in the Summer. Not far from our town is a castle town. Built up high on a hill, the original inhabitants lived within its walls and I suspect some of them are still there.
It makes for a lovely walk, little houses nestled up against each other and cradled by the remaining walls. One of the members of my family was born in this tiny place and speaks (even today, some 50 years after moving down to the 'big smoke') a rough dialect that takes all my concentration to understand.
It makes for a lovely walk, little houses nestled up against each other and cradled by the remaining walls. One of the members of my family was born in this tiny place and speaks (even today, some 50 years after moving down to the 'big smoke') a rough dialect that takes all my concentration to understand. 
The people from this town are loyal to their ways. They know the history of the area, they know who was born and who is a relative. I suspect that knowing the geneology is a good thing, considering how few of them there actually were 50 years ago... never good to marry your brother. Sometimes, I hear the guitar riff from Deliverance in my head when I am walking around the castle walls.....
Entry to the town is either through a steep uphill, hairpin drive (terrifying in winter) or from the other side...but then there is the stone wall entrance, which is tiny, suitable only for Fiat Pandas or Smart Cars. It would be hopeless to try and bring in any heavy machinery. So everything is handled through small loads.
I think the town dwellers like it this way, it keeps the tourist buses away.
6 comments:
I love small towns like this.
"It's never good to marry your brother." I always learn something new when i visit your blog! :P LOL
That head stone is charming. Walks through small towns are one of my favorite ways to spend a weekend.
Typ0: LOL, not sure your mother would approve of the things you learn from my blog!! Heheheh
Christine: Yes, I love those stones, there are several cemetaries around here and one of them has a really really old section. I will take some pics one day.
Love love love that last pic, the stone with indecipherable words. ;) The houses remind me of my parent's home in Stuttgart. The outside looks identical. Their's is a 400 year old barn converted to a dwelling about 50 years ago.
Very pretty. It looks like a place to wander through, exploring on foot.
what a charming place...id love to see more photos!
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