Deadly quiet at lunchtime on Good Friday.   A large town square underneath the mountains.   Good 1920s war memorial:

Nice church:

We had cold pasta under the arcades in the town square with a lot of old men noisily playing cards.   Everyone was very excited that you can get fresh milk straight from a slot machine:

After lunch, we found the local dentist:

And the football pitch of the local school:

In the local breadshop was a model of the Mole in Turin: