Magura

We stayed in the village of Magura where houses are perched along the crest of a hill either side of the rough track that serves as a road. Magura is a good half hour from the nearest tarmac road and the track winds steeply and bumpily through dense forest before emerging to panoramic views and alpine meadows knee deep in flowers. Many traditional wooden farmhouses line the road with shingle roof tiles and intricate fretwork walls, beautiful to look at but clearly not as comfortable as the newer houses that have less charm but far more modern amenities.  The small farms around these houses consist largely of precipitous meadows with small fenced vegetable patches near the house.