Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Maritime Alps

The TI lady in Cuneo also gave us a ton of useful information (in English too) about the nearby Maritime Alps National Park. We had been near the Maritime Alps on the French side several times, but had never ventured into them before. After our food over-indulgences of the last week, we decided a day or so of strenuous hiking might be a good thing, so we headed up the twisty climbing road into the park and to the end of the road, more or less, at Terme di Valdieri. Here, at about 4,000 feet, we found a visitor center, trailheads, a bar, religious shrines, and a free camper sosta just for us. The next day we had one of our best day hikes ever, to a beautiful high meadow and refuge. We vowed to get back to this park...perhaps earlier in September next time.
Our site at Terme di Valdieri














One of the shrines we parked next to


















The chapel of San Giovanni


















The trail up the highest parts of the Valle Gesso followed
this pretty creek and its many pools; "riserva da pesca"















The scenery pretty much like this, yes, with trees here and
there going yellow...















After a thousand feet and 3-4 miles, the trail opens up to a
big high beautiful meadow, and this, the king's former hunting
lodge, now a refuge, restaurant, and bar
















A peek into one of the double rooms














The road to the refuge in the winter of 2008-2009; these
mountains are not very high, but they got a lot of moisture















We rested, had a cup of coffee, read the various historical
exhibits, and then headed back down the beautiful meadow
and the trail
















More of the scenery...rock on all sides














Haze tricks











The sun peeks over 










Maritime and alpine are perhaps not the best
combination for aviation...a marker of crashes
in the Valle Gesso since 1943


Cuneo

We wanted to drive the Italian Riviera, and that meant setting a course past or through Turin and then southwest across the Maritime Alps toward Menton, eastern-most on France's Mediterranean coast. Turin, as we passed by, was shrouded (nyuk, nyuk, nyuk) in the thickest haze I have seen since India. We at first wondered whether it was industrial pollution--Turin is home to Fiat, among other big industries--but encountered the same haze all the way across the mountains, three days later, and all along the Mediterranean. In any case, Vicki was interested in the slow food aspects of Turin, but we decided not to undertake driving downtown in the big city. Instead we stopped at a big Carrefours southwest of town and enjoyed one of our best superhipermercado shopping experiences so far. It was an enormous store, packed with more kinds and varieties of Italian foods than we have seen elsewhere. We stocked up a bit, then headed on to Cuneo, a smaller city on down the road, home to a big square and a big market, and more.
One of Cuneo's many covered arcades


















A smidgeon of the square; the food market was over, but the
garment and household goods market was still going strong
in the afternoon sun; the TI lady later told us the garment
market was largely for the French, who came over the
mountains to shop; the garments were of better quality than
we're accustomed to seeing in street markets, but...


















Probably not what the French were looking for














Another reason for coming to Cuneo was the Arione Bar
and Confectionary...















This where rum- and liqueur-filled chocolate was invented














Always looking for the liquor/literary connection, we are














Arione interior














Ditto, bar














The originals...a euro each or four for three euros; this is not
slow food, but the more you eat, the slower you will be
moving...
















We also peeked inside the big downtown
church



















Definitely not Gothic, we decided


















Although the Roman centurion Tinker Bell
was interesting



















What would Jesus wear? Vicki asked (continuing the
religious thread)















A nice little city, with an interesting downtown


















Plus you really have to like a place that lists
all 19 of its libraries on a kiosk outside city
hall

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Val d'Aosta Castles

The Valle d'Aosta boasts more than 150 castles. We have looked at and photographed several in prior passages, but actually stopped at the Castello di Fenis and photographed a couple others...
The Castello Aymaville














The Castello di Fenis, which we toured (in Italian; no fotos);
13th-15th century; major restoration in the 1930s














Well, I got a few














In the courtyard; frescoes everywhere by Giacomo Jaquerio;
not world-class paintings, but very interesting and relatively
early

















View from inside the curtain


















Tower view


















Not a castle: the round-about that leads up to Breuil/Cervino:
the Matterhorn, or Monte Cervino, as the Italians call it; we
visited there a few years back
















Further down the valley, Castillo Bard

Aosta; Mostly The Roman Bits

From Cogne we drove back to Aosta, the capital of region, a small but nice city we have driven through or past numerous times. This time we stopped, primarily in search of a Wind store, in order to buy a SIM card for our old Wind dongle, and thus have improved communications with the outside word. This we accomplished (the buying part) before the 12:30-4PM siesta closure. We spent another several hours looking around the town, which was, of course, mostly closed. We find that we buy far less when the stores are closed. Aosta is literally at the foot of the biggest of the Alps, and thus it still surprises us to find Roman ruins in such an apparently impractical place. But the little St. Bernard pass is not too far away, and indeed the Romans were here. In force, and with all the comforts of home, as usual.
Mountains in the distance beyond the ruins...Monte Rosa?














Triumphal arch/entry














Bridge; the river moved (and for once was not moved by
the Romans themselves)















Aostans do marvelous things with chocolate; and with wine,
cheese, meat, you name it















And with grappa














St. Anselm of Canterbury was born nearby and, legend has
it, did some time in this house (which makes it 12th century)















One of several commemorative plaques


















"That than which no greater can be conceived..."--although
not in a league with Giotto or Newton, who have their own
shopping centers, Anselm at least got a cafe/bar; the German
guy in the pink shirt is saying "Yes, my friend, but existence
is not a predicate..."


















More Roman arches














And ruins integrated into modern buildings


















And arches














Pretty main square and hotel de ville














Some Art Nouveau














But, of interest to us, mostly more ruins, here in the theatre
district















Ditto














As the mountains look on