|It's all about the view.|
|Stop at the viewpoint.|
|The Piano Grande in all it's wide glory.|
Castelluccio perched in the middle distance.
|Catching the thermals.|
|Lentil fields. And some hay.|
|Buy some beans?|
|Birds on the wing, above Castelluccio.|
In Castellucchio, the narrow streets, ancient church (possibly once Jewish, judging by it's cross-shape), the plaque thanking Il Duce for his support, are all very fascinating. But that view across the plain trumps everything.
In the winter, apparently, this village of several hundred inhabitants shrinks to a mere dozen. It's the highest inhabited village in the Apennines, at 1425 m ASL. Castelluccio, perched on its hill, becomes snow-bound and more or less uninhabitable. Unless you are fine with being sustained on beans all winter.
|Tiny streets on tiny Castelluccio.|
|Try some beans? Bean (and sausage) bruschetta.|
|Bean soup? Enjoy.|