Approaching the Valley of Arts under a raincloud-covered sky, on the road meandering among tiny villages, you don’t fully know what to expect, but you feel that something is going to be completely different here. A brook running by the old cottages, little handmade rafts, and a guitar-strumming busker sitting in front of a dirt-floored farmhouse with a “luck pot” of unknown function. Strangers who, for a week, come home. We took a look around the Valley to see what it’s like when it is turned upside down with art.