A day in Limone is a day well spent – time never feels wasted here.
In the morning I gather lavender and a white rose from our garden here in Loazzolo and wrap it in a white ribbon. In two hours I’m placing it at the grave of a my husband’s grandfather, located next to his wife, in a cemetery in Limone.
Family weddings and funerals have taken place in Limone, a tiny town that carries sweet memories, a place my partner refers to as ‘the center of the universe’. When his grandfather died the story goes the shepherds came down from the mountain to pay their respects. Once upon a time this grandfather baked bread for the entire town. No wonder this place looms large.
It resonates for me in a way. I too go back in time, back to 1999 – the year mio marito introduced me to the mountain village, the first time I experienced the rather magical region of Piemonte.
Sometimes we stop in Vernante on the way to Limone. It lives next door, it’s also tiny but it does unleash the imagintion. You can walk or drive through Vernante quickly but you may want to linger because it’s covered with murals of Pinocchio; the cartoon’s illustrator lived here, long ago. Charm creates surround sound and you feel like a child.
Today, Limone is packed, because it’s high season. A destination in both summer and winter, well known in Europe for its terrific skiing. There’s no snow, it’s all sun now but cooler than Loazzolo and a great getaway. The weather’s pleasant with a gentle breeze as we sip our white wine. Then we meander over to one of the restaurants for lunch. Doesn’t really matter which one, they’re all good.
Then we decide it’s finally time to leave and down the street there’s Venchi, where we find a bag and fill it with the finest chocolates I’ve ever had.
How can a small place loom so large, indeed….