This village is nestled away on the other side of the valley and seems as if it has been left forgotten by the gods.
We quietly wandered around very narrow stone-paved alleys just wide enough for one person to walk. The alleys are uneven and not easy to walk. Some stone farmhouses are collecting green mosses.
Our imagination transported us back a couple of hundred years, while we sat spell-bound in the tiny village square with an unmatchingly grand church. Two villagers (out of seven in total) were walking by in a slow motion, well, in a “there is nothing which I could imagine to rush for” kind of slow motion. Yes, about like that.