Holzgau again

I lived in this village in 1989 and it has so many memories, particularly of this building. Every morning at 6 I had to walk across the square to the ‘pink house’ to collect two buckets of steaming milk, fresh from the cow, and take it back to the hotel for the guests’ breakfast. Every day for a year, and I didn’t spill it once (although I often thought of it)!