Martello and I spent last October chasing down sagre. First we headed to Cuneo, which borders France and is close to another of our beloved cities, Torino. In both on a clear day, you can stare at the Alps while standing in the town’s main piazza. Men whose families had probably served in such capacity for generations could be found roasting chestnuts in huge pots.
|Chestnuts come in many varieties|
|Wizened chestnut roasters|
|Cavallino! A tiny horse (not sure why it was there...)|
|Pumpkin My Ride|
Baci e gelato,
Martello e Trofie Wife