This said, it must be remarked that people working there do whatever they can to offer something compatible with client's modern expectations, of course all limited to their relative private microcosm, like friendly hotel outfitting or good Italian cuisine.

Behind the first and second row of hotels defined by a partly vanished modernity of apparently no type, a presumably infinite number of parallel ropeways spider their rays up onto the northern mountain side. The lifts start pretty gently, nearly horizontally, in  the wide open spaces. Reassuring its clients being well protected, moving maybe for their first time in new ski outfitting, all together in quantities like on Piazza Duomo of Milano before Christmas day. All colours of middle class fashion appear, children enjoy sitting in their red plastic "bob" sledges, surely under high surveillance of parents in Moon Boots bought in Milano for the moment. The walks never bring them away too far from their pole of living, the car park or the hotel. They happily stroll around on snow until without any destination. Until one family member comes up with the idea of immediately requiring a "Caffè" right now, bringing the walk to its terminus, reaching one of the many Italian bars spread along the road. Later, after a long day with one more walk, Italians meet in Ristoranti furnished with sparse style elements belonging more to some sort of globalized Swiss, Bavarian or Tyrolean wooden taste. In the meantime, our European ski groups from Northern Europe find themselves in typical Italian Pizzerias, enjoying pizza, beer, Grappas and/or Cappuccinos.