Abetone & Tuscan Alps | A Ski Village in August

Abetone, when everyone else is on the beach

The chairlift was not moving. Of course, it was not moving. It was the middle of August, and the temperature at the bottom of the lift, where I was standing with a coffee in a paper cup, was twenty-three degrees, and the slope above me was green from end to end, the grass long, a few yellow wildflowers in patches where the snow would later be. The cabin…