… at around dawn while most of the village still slept.
These are just a few of the lanes that wind under, over and around the village and to me they are magical. Some tunnels have small frescoes and lanterns in them.
Most are just wide enough for a tiny car, others only able to be walked. The dog on the steps is Musso Nero, the village dog who was looked after by everybody {page 328, Mezza Italiana}.
I took these photographs with black and white film and an old Pentax camera more than a decade ago while staying in the village writing Mezza Italiana.
Zoë Boccabella 