At 800 metres from the restaurant in a small renovated house used as stop-off place, there are 3 bedrooms with ensuite bathroom and a dormitory with 10 beds designed for groups or for those who walk through the Occitan paths. Our facility is equipped with a small kitchenette and lounge, too. Breakfast is usually served in the restaurant, but our kitchen in the stop-off place can be used by those with small children or just to enjoy a cup of tea or coffee after a trip. A private parking is available and you will have the possibility of housing your skis so as your sports equipment in a closed garage.
Group discounts and special deals on more than two-night stays.
Free guide for more than ten people.
30% discount for children up to 12 years .
THE STORY OF THE GRICH…
According to an old local legend, the inhabitants of San Michele were called the Grich (Crickets) throughout the Maira Valley, which is why we decided to call our inn Tano di Grich. Inside it are some old irrigation locks, on which part of this singular story is depicted.
At the time when Ludovico II, Marquis of Saluzzo, ruled over the Maira Valley, hundreds of years ago, San Michele di Prazzo was afflicted by a shortage of salt. Salt was so important in those days that people would cross the mountains to fetch it from the sea, and if there was not enough to go round, as in the unspecified year of our story, people would go out of their minds, just like in times of famine. We do not know how the other inhabitants of the valley behaved, but those of San Michele, after careful consideration, decided that the little remaining salt was to be sown. And so they sowed it a small field and waited for three weeks, after which they went en masse to harvest their crop. But when they arrived and saw a field full of… crickets, they just stood there like salt statues, not knowing what to do. The first to awake from the reverie was the mayor, who declared with authority: “The crickets took the salt from the field, so we shall take the crickets from the field” and ordered the villagers to arm themselves with sticks and strike wherever a cricket landed. The villagers approved of the decision, and when one of them saw a cricket land on the mayor’s head, without a moment’s hesitation he dealt a well-aimed blow, annihilating the cricket along with its perch. And thus ended the strange war, as summed up in the reply given by the men to the women who awaited them on the doorsteps: “We killed two, one of our own and one of the others”. This is how the inhabitants of San Michele gained the nickname by which they are known throughout the Maira Valley to this day, and perhaps forever: i Grich (the crickets).