We wandered the charmingly unspoiled town of Cuneo. It was marketplace day in the central piazza, and everything I had forgotten in the frenzy of packing was to be found there: toothpaste, batteries, truffled cheese. Everyone spoke with Padre Giustino, and he seemed to know everyone. We refueled with a strong espresso and headed back into the Langhe countryside, toward Alba.
A funny thing happened on the way to Alba
Thursday, 07. December 2006
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