L'Anonimo In Dalmine

11/04/2026: It can improve if you arrive late little choice

28/03/2026: I recommend it for the warm welcome, the kindness and professionalism of the wonderful girls, and the excellent lunch. The Legend of the Full Moon. On a beautiful summer evening, a long time ago, a thin crescent moon shone in the sky, peeking out from between the clouds. A wolf sat on top of a mountain, howling incessantly. His howls were long, repetitive, and desperate. The moon, the silver queen of the night, was annoyed and asked why he was complaining so much. The wolf replied that he had lost one of his cubs and was now desperate to find him. The queen of the night, sorry but eager to help, decided to illuminate the entire mountain so that the little wolf could find his way back. So it swelled until it became a large, luminous disk. At that point, the wolf found his cub, shivering with cold and fear, on the edge of a precipice. He grabbed him in time, held him tightly, and thanked the moon infinitely. Then she and her little son walked away into the vegetation. The woodland fairies, moved, decided to give them a wonderful gift: once a month, the moon would become a large, bright globe of light, visible to all, so that all the cubs in the world could admire it in all its splendor. From now on, once a month, the wolves howl joyfully at the full moon. Dakota Indian fable. Robyjo Photo