My Ventimiglia hostess, Elizabeth, took time from osteopath and naturopath studies to give me a scooter tour through a few of the old towns in the hills.
The first one translates to sweet water.
Community olive press. Still today communities share a press.
There is a law that you have to paint buildings to be aesthetically pleasing.
A woman getting her water from the community well.
Just inside the entrance to the town.
The bumps on these leaves become a berry.
This town is noted for the wall paintings throughout.
A good restaurant worth traveling to.
Kitty on the curb doing a good job. There were no rats.
Elizabeth leading the way up a steep street.
Looking back down. Dizzying.
Someone's front entrance.
On a clear day you can see the snow capped Dolomites.
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