Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Old ladies of the Appennino Mountains

Two old ladies having a relaxed time in the small town of Valboncione, in the Appennino mountains, in Italy. Both are in their 80s and very friendly towards foreigners (like me) visiting their village.

They told me that they live there year-round but that, in winter, the whole village has only 4 inhabitants! When I asked them if they have Internet in the village, they said that they had heard of it, but that they had no idea of what it was. They seem to be perfectly prepared for the post-peak world!

Here are a couple of pictures from the Web, just to give you some idea of what kind of place Valboncione is

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You can find pictures of other old ladies of the Appennino on Cassandra's legacy at this link.  

Very nice pictures and stories of travels in Italy in August can be found in the blog "Italian Slow Walks" by "SantaTatiana"


  1. Hi, Ugo! Thank you for your kind reference!
    It's great that you write about old ladies of the Appennino. They enjoy their tranquil autumn and are full of wisdom.

  2. I am reminded of Jeff Vail's "Envisioning a Hamlet Economy" (April 15, 2009), the second essay in his bucolic anthology "What is Rhizome?"

    He includes some pictures in "Part 2: Topology Lessons from a Tuscan Hill Town" to illustrate a beautiful place as you have again pictured, Dr. Bardi.

    Ah, a Tuscan hill town with Bach's Pastorale in F major! Yet my caretakers are still in love with their vinyl-sided box surrounded by a barren parking lagoon, frantically driving to and fro to other ugly boxes at all hours of the day for what a simple villager merely walks to the corner. Hamsters have better lives, even dead ones.

    Could somebody inquire if those two old ladies have enough tuna to feed a wannabee country mouser until I learn more primitive hunter-teaser skills? I have become venal. I want to drink again from the wild streams of life.

    "My filtered water tastes impure." ~Henri

  3. Valboncione radiates beauty in a beautiful setting.

    But it reminds me of a story told by my father's uncle Frank, about driving along the west coast of Ireland in the late 1940's. He and his wife had stopped the car and were admiring the stunning scenery when they heard a tinkle-bell. It turned out to be from a small herd of sheep, tended by an early-adolescent boy. After they exchanged greetings, Uncle Frank observed, "Your sheep don't have much to eat here, do they?" The boy replied, "No, but they sure have a great view!"

    Uncle Frank and my Dad agreed that the truth must not be allowed to get in the way of a good story. Nonetheless, the boy remained, and Uncle Frank & Aunt Dade returned to NYC.

    David F. Collins

  4. Love the first pic of the ladies. Makes me wish I lived there!

  5. I wish i could live there...



Ugo Bardi is a member of the Club of Rome, faculty member of the University of Florence, and the author of "Extracted" (Chelsea Green 2014), "The Seneca Effect" (Springer 2017), and Before the Collapse (Springer 2019)