On Easter Sunday we got lost in the woods at 1,500 metres. At one point I was even more confused by the sight of these cowslips, the first I've ever seen outside the English South Downs.
We wandered around for a couple of hours but failed to find the lake we were aiming for, yet we did find the last of the winter's snow.
Fortunatly we finally came across a mountain inn which had a few pieces of cake leftover from lunch.
Thus fortified we gave up on the hills and luckily found a road which we stuck to all the long way back to the car.
A real traditional restaurant where I counted no less than 12 separate courses, I gave up after the four different types of tortelli but MIL and hubby pushed on through the various roasts and even squeezed in a piece of cake..