Delapidated Beauty

Things were a little sombre after my arrival in Baiardo. When I signed my e-contract with the company they said I would get a week of training, two weeks of camp and one week in Baiardo. During orientation I was so excited about the prospect of everyone being reunited at the end. But it wasn't to be. As you may have read.

Oh well. That's life. I'll get over it.

That evening I wandered round Baiardo with Kitty. The company director had escorted them all when they first arrived and he explained a bit of the town's history. The medieval church was a ruin, for want of a more elegant phrase, but apparently it was like that for a reason. One Easter morning the roof had fallen in killing everyone inside. It stayed like that as a reminder and as a monument.

The rest of the town was remarkable. Everything I'd noticed about Sanremo's old town was true here, but so much more. It resisted change from every side and sat on top of this hill refusing to bend to modern ideas like capitalism and television.

I don't have much more to say about our exploratory voyage - the pictures will do that well enough for me.

 The view from Baiardo

 The ruined church

 The rest of the village

 Living standards

Delapidated beauty