Lavin

We get off the train, walk towards the cheese dairy and bakery to the spacious village square. Striking mountains and dancing swallows in the deep blue sky are reflected in the windows of the palazzo-like houses and we think of a piazza in old Milan. A mountain biker rings the bell and beckons us to the hotel terrace. Tired and excited from a long day on the national park hike "Lais da Macun", we sit down to join the convivial group of craftsmen, farmers, guests and hosts.