We discovered this little valley only recently – it’s the source of the river flowing through our village, Badalucco. It is a small but very dramatic, sort of high-alpine, dead-end valley, surrounded by ‘proper’ mountains that are part of the French and Italian Alps. It is very remote, the few villages even quieter than usual (and that’s saying something here).
One of these is a very, very old and incredibly rustic village perched high on a precipice. We will return later with a report, as we want to return to what looks like a great hike at high altitude, which starts in the village.
This valley is totally different from anything we have seen so far – no broad vistas, no tree-covered and gently undulating mountains, no sea view. But: beautiful bright yellow butterflies – in early February! – and lots of them.