This is lunch pretty much every sunny day. No hats, gloves, t-shirts, lots of sun, and hot ski bunnies. It's like Hot Dog in Italy.
This is part of Entreves. It's a shame the skiing is so good and the town is so ugly.
Big mountains, innumerable coffee options, and a desire to see if I could make it as transplanted EuroTrash. A hick from Maine goes to the Italian Alps.
1 comment:
Good words.
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