Sgraffito and an Espresso
Off the Stelvio, into the Engadin, photographing every doorway in Zuoz
Dropped off the pass and the rock went quiet. Espresso on a stone table, then a walk around Zuoz until the shadows got long. Engadin houses do that etched plaster thing and I photographed every doorway. Cobbles in a fan pattern, a church steeple like a needle, a green jeep that looked like it had been parked there since the fifties. The bike ended the day in front of a woodpile the size of a hotel.
