I love medieval villages. (Murten/Morat, Gruyères, Stein am Rhein and Chur to name a few.) The more crooked the structures, the more mismatched the bricks and stones and wooden beams, the more I’m fascinated. Whether in Switzerland, France, Italy or Portugal, I roam up and down the roughly cobbled streets of these labyrinthine villages, ooh-ing and ah-ing at the imposing doors and the seemingly indestructible ironwork. I could listen for hours to my husband (or his encyclopedic father) share historical tidbits, while I gaze up at the years engraved into the buildings going back well beyond the 15th century. All I can say is, thank goodness for digital film. Every blink of the eye is a photo opportunity.