BY AUDREY PAVIA
The sound of hooves can be heard clip-clopping on the narrow cobbled streets of a tiny mountain village. a small horse comes into view, its pale gold coat glowing warmly in the sun. a cart follows behind, filled with happy, laughing children.
This picturesque moment could have taken place 150 years ago in the Tyrolean Alps, or it could be happening there right now. Haflingers have been walking the ancient streets of these Alpine villages for decades, and still graze in the lush mountain pastures that lie beneath the snowy peaks.