What better way to spend a Sunday afternoon during this weirdly extended summer season than at Lupinaia’s lively castagnata chestnut festival.

The very hilly village in the comune of Fosciandora gets happily filled for the occasion and one can enjoy a panoply of stalls selling local products, wander through its characteristic streets admiring no less than two historic churches, a watchtower and dwellings dating back at least to the sixteenth century, munch a neccio chestnut flour pancake filled with ricotta cheese and gasp at the stupendous mountain-scapes surrounding this village whose name always reminds me of those wolves inhabiting the forests around it.