cobblestone underfoot...
There's something charming about villages where the buildings huddle together, only separated by cobblestone, like sea water around the prisms of a disintegrating ice shelf.
I never saw Sion at street level by night, but my imagination tells me it would be a beautiful thing, a lamp-lit maze, quiet except the bubble of gatherings in courtyards and restaurants.
Quiet... few cars on these streets; streets made for people.
