I wander around, head in the clouds, chatting, pointing out all the pretty dogs (bel cane), looking for river otters, trying to decide if a building is in the neo-classical, renaissance, or baroque style, day-dreaming and taking photos. I let Rosco lead the way, and I follow behind him like a little lamb. No point having a dog and then barking yourself is there?
Turino
Turino – so much bull and so much luck
In one short week, we’ve grown to love Turino. For us, week numero uno has been about the river otters, and Aperol Spritz, and hot afternoon naps, and the song L’appuntamento, and the fountains. It’s the tree lined streets, the architecture, the parks, the numerous gelato shops and the cold waters of the Po River as it sweeps majestically through the city.