And this is where I am sleeping tonight. Albergo Barudoni, which is, well, strange. It is an ancient run-down house (350 years old) run by an ancient, tired woman. Too tired to make me even breakfast in the morning, I sympathise. She is nice in an ancient and tired way. And the place is cheaper than a mountain hut. I am very much reminded of a place in Meana di Susa in Piedmont where I stayed a night with Ute last year. Only this time the water was not cold, but luke warm, but warm enough for me. I was so glad to get out of my sweat through clothes and wash my hair. In a real albeit ancient shower.