Just up the road (the windy windy road) about 12 or 15 km from the Villa Emma is Rosazza, a beautiful little Italian town in the mountains, exuding a simple rustic life.
The Fiat 500 (nero of course)
We went for fun. Here is what we saw.
Dead people by a river in small dead people compartments.
Then one of the very old Austrian towers (with eagles even).
The town is magical and midieval. Photographic evidence is sparse.
You have to walk the narrow maze of streets without a plan or a map.
Roofs are slate (or maybe that is granite).
Chimney engineering is, um, interesting.
As you can see from the clock, it is time for a Negroni. So cross the foot bridge.
And here you are Auto Bahn.
Cin cin!
