When Seasons Shape the Pedal Strokes
Spring opens with primroses, bright streams, and chilly shadows on north slopes; pack layers and expect smiles as villagers tidy gardens. Summer brings lavender, long days, and the Karst’s bold bora wind; start at dawn, rest at noon, and finish with golden light. Autumn tastes of pressed grapes, woodsmoke, and crisp air; lanes swirl with leaves. Winter asks patience or lower valleys, but quiet roads repay with crystalline horizons and warm kitchens.