The town actually had two rings of walls originally, but the residents eventually filled in the area between the walls with their homes. So the town assumed its current donut shape, just one circular cobbled road surrounded by cobbled homes, with the church sitting in the middle. We walked around the circle twice, without hearing or seeing any signs of life, so the town had a certain Children of the Corn feel to it. But we did find the town's only restaurant. The door was open but nobody was around so we just sort of wandered about, and sat down at a table with great views of the countryside. We then trudged back down the road to Greve, and waited a couple hours for the return bus.

We had dinner at a popular local restaurant, which was called something like Osteria Antigo, but that just means old restaurant, so I'm sure it was more complicated than that. Anyway, the place was packed and they had lost our reservation, so another logistical breakdown. But they managed to squeeze us in sort of a closet to the side, which was a very depressing addition to a fun, lively restaurant. (15-10-10).