Glamorous places like Rome, Florence and Venice can be forgiven for taking attention away from cultural important Italian cities like Torino; places that have as much history as any place else, you just don't know it. And Torino has history, very glamorous history, packed with royals and magic, both white and black, sprinkled about, as well as apartments like this with pretty ceilings in many rooms, as pretty as any I've ever seen in Rome, Florence or Venice.
So off to Torino we went for an extra special Easter lunch, spent with an Italian-French Canadian couple we've known for forever, the kind of couple that produces several sons, the sort that restore the faith. As if I was in need, to counter balance a steady theme I've heard of late, from Italian friends here in Piemonte who happen to be mothers of young sons, worried their kids are losing a sense of their history, perhaps because they aren't discussing it, or absorbing it the way Italians have forever, because of the obvious; the distractions of social media and technology.
Yet today I listen to the sons over lunch, a couple of them heading off to University, one of them leaving academia and heading into his professional life, history is discussed with ease, embraced underneath ceilings like this, eating food like the plate above, quiche, with Barba dei Frati, the long green stems that can't be translated, or if you do, google gives you funny ones like 'beard of a monk', 'beard of the friars', this type of thing. Who knows the proper translation, I certainly don't, but I do know it was the perfect way to spend a day, or did I save it? Not sure, but it did restore the faith.