I roam through the Piedmont capital in search of nourishment Having a husband whose dream is to watch his childhood love contending a sphere on green turf in black and white stripes is a blessing, especially when, Turin is the home of his innamorata. Hence, our first time in Turin was the fruit of my […]
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Ten in the morning. Torino centre. Piazza della Consolata to be exact. Uninterrupted rain and a shocking temperature of 5° Celsius. We’re looking at the entrance of Caffe al Bicerin. Inside is chock-full. My brother queued whilst we shopped next door: gianduiotti, baci di dama, hazelnuts, crema di gianduia. A table emptied and we staggered […]