The story of my day-trip to Aosta begins with a phone call. It was a hot Saturday afternoon in Turin, about 6 pm, and I was taking a walk in Piazza d’Armi. I was experiencing two very stressful weeks both from…
Aosta Valley
The story of my day-trip to Aosta begins with a phone call. It was a hot Saturday afternoon in Turin, about 6 pm, and I was taking a walk in Piazza d’Armi. I was experiencing two very stressful weeks both from…
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