One of the reasons we went to Italy was so that I could translate for my Mom’s cousin while she researched family history there. One of the places we had to go to for that was the small town of Corletto Perticara. It was a town that is not accustomed to tourists. I guess you could say that it was the real Italy where the old men play scopa in the bars and laundry is hung on a line across an alleyway.
