We found the smallest supermarket in the world which could probably fit in our living room but had a surprising amount of stuff, including a resident Scottish woman (she was there every time we went in!) who had lived in the town for 4 years. We met this very entertaining woman every day but never learnt her name. Even I could tell she spoke Italian with a Scottish accent which was kinda cool: “Och aye Jimmy bongiorno!”
She told us a bit about the incestuous nature of the place, how she found it a bit boring and that she had worked in every town in Australia at some point and loved them all, except Melbourne!
Sacrilege! I eventually forgave her though as she was very friendly.
Benny boy also managed to have his birthday in this lovely spot.
Where we were staying was very close to the Swiss border up the mountain and a little Italian town, Erbonne, sits right beside the border and has previously made its living as a home for smugglers so we drove up the mountain to have wee look (the Scottish woman had recommended it).
It was simply stunning and I now have a full appreciation of why Italians drive small cars.
OMFG!
We had a small hatch and I swear we only got between some of the buildings by squishing up.
Rachelle pushed the car a bit closer so Simon could open the door!
We had a red wine in the local wine bar (only shop in the village), a lovely picnic in the park, inspected the smallest (smuggling) museum in the world through its windows (apparently the only way, not that interactive)
world's smallest museum
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