Tourism is only just taking hold in Vipava, but the locals are determined to do it right, by putting community first and preserving what makes it specialThe drive to Pedrovo is vertiginous, and each hairpin bend has me sending a silent prayer that we wont meet a tractor coming the other way. When we near it, we abandon the car and continue on foot to the hamlet, a scattering of red-roofed, whitewashed houses high on the steep karst hillside. The air is warm and dry, scented with wild sage.We fol...
Tourism is only just taking hold in Vipava, but the locals are determined to do it right, by putting community first and preserving what makes it specialThe drive to Pedrovo is vertiginous, and each hairpin bend has me sending a silent prayer that we wont meet a tractor coming the other way. When we near it, we abandon the car and continue on foot to the hamlet, a scattering of red-roofed, whitewashed houses high on the steep karst hillside. The air is warm and dry, scented with wild sage.We fol...
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