In a little spot in the Brembana Valley exists a place called
Pagliari. It’s 1313m up in the sky and what you’ll find there are rustic stone
houses, greener than green pastures, an icy cold river and a spectacular cascading
waterfall.
I was there last weekend with a load of friends and Alpini
for their yearly BBQ party – fresh polenta, meat on skewers, sausages, more
sausages, all glugged down with lots of
red wine.
The breeze and fresh air made us forget that in down town
Bergamo, the heat was suffocating the life out of some people, and natures
calling covered us with insects like biting ants and huge creepy crawly
spiders.
