The mutual gloom is unspoken, no need to add to it with words. The room dark and cramped in this mountain isolation. And yet the pool is clear and blue, Sally weaves her magic on the room and soon life is looking up. Surrounded by Italians and our names added to the restaurant which is booked out for the evening, this must be a favourite location for those in the know. If we wanted authentic then we've found it. Olive oil and Ruffino for the coming week.
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