My dolce vita : friends, old stones, and good food.

My dolce vita : friends, old stones, and good food.

Less than half an hour away from the border, in the prolongation of the french riviera, there is a village sitting high above the mediterranean sea. Once the victim of an earthquake, it was rebuilt in the sixties by a bunch of hippyish artists, long haired and looking for a tower to host their dolce vita. Bussana Vecchia is the three by four streets town where I spent the last few days. 

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