Between humidity and narrow tunnels
Only a small door separates the sun that warms the pastures from the cold and humid darkness of the mine. It is necessary to walk bent over, so as not to risk hitting the rock ceiling. For this reason, the canòpi wore long hats stuffed with straw. They also wore reinforcements on their trousers, to insulate them from the humidity during the long hours spent digging, bent over the rock.
All this took place under the faint light of a candle or, for the luckiest, oil lamps.
The twilight, the cold, the humidity. You still feel them when you visit the Gruab Va Hardimbl mine and venture into these narrow tunnels, held up by massive larch trunks that have resisted in the dark for centuries.
Steep stairs, walkways, galleries in the rock. The restoration work has preserved intact the soul of the medieval mine, allowing those who visit it to relive this page of the past. The dim lights, the sound of water infiltrating through the rocks, the smell of wet earth, as you descend towards the bottom you forget that above you, outside the mine, the sun is shining.
It is a world apart.