Wednesday, 25 October (Day Thirty-eight)
My mum told the story that, when my family first moved to the L.A. area (not far from Pasadena) they got up one day and discovered there were mountains at the bottom of the road. They had never seen them before and there they were.
Torino feels like that. If I hadn’t seen them before, I’d not know that the hill with the Basilica (Superga) and the Alps in the other direction were there. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to be less smoggy or is it just misty, any time soon. So one of these days we’re just going to have to ‘climb’ that hill to Superga and take it as it comes.
We started the day with a visit to Vanchiglia but for some reason, perhaps because we turned left instead of right… there we were at the Po again. And today the monastery up to the left of us seems to be calling our name.
