Torino

The sun was shining on the other side of Lago di Como this morning, as we left for Torino (Turin). The winding road to Como afforded some fabulous views of the lake and the villages scattered around its perimeter, with the snowcapped mountains forming an imposing backdrop.

Meanwhile, Lucas puked over himself in the back of the car and, a couple of minutes later, Sarah vomited into a carrier-bag. Motion pregnancy sickness, I suppose we’ll have to call it, except in Lukie’s case, where it’s probably just motion sickness.

At least when he went to sleep near Como, he stayed asleep until we were on the outskirts of Torino, some 170 km further on.

After checking into our hotel, we enjoyed a late lunch at the Caval d’Brôns and then went walking around the town. Almost immediately, the heavens opened and pretty much stayed that way for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

Turin’s nice, but it would probably reveal more of itself on a dry day. Still, due macchiati taste as good when it’s raining outside as when it’s dry.

Again, we have no plans for tomorrow. We’ll just see what happens.

There’s a famous shroud here, by the way. You may have heard of it. Basically, people flock to see the dirty laundry of some geezer who died a long time ago and then exuded bodily fluids into the sheet that covered him, staining it indelibly. People have got it into their heads that this shroud was covering the body of none other than Jesus Christ, which, in their eyes, makes this the most important piece of dirty laundry in the world. “Well, I never,” I hear you say.

This entry was posted in Travel. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *