I spent a wonderful day in Saluzzo, near Torino, in September this year with my Italian relatives. We wandered through the ancient alleys and bought freshly picked field mushrooms, ripe, warm figs, and purple grapes from an old woman so bent over that you could barely see her face. She told us she had been robbed that morning, her car stolen as she unloaded her goods at the entrance to the old city. It was hard to imagine how she was able to drive, so hunched over was she. We left her behind and made our way up towards the cathedral and then onto the monastery that is now an exclusive albergo. Here are some of my photos from the day I spent walking around Saluzzo.
At the doorway to the vintage metropolis we met an old woman selling vegetables and end result from the neighborhood gardens. She instructed us of her woes. Despite being robbed earlier inside the day, she praised her produce and the mushrooms she had picked herself that morning. We couldn't withstand the stinky odor of these prize specimens, nor the labor she had long past to. A tub of mushrooms, a bag of warm figs and bunches of grapes bursting with juice got here with us as we made our way up the hillside. We walked on stones worn clean from years of traffic - human, horse drawn and now small automobiles. As we climbed my cousin instructed me about the metropolis's records, the scars it wore and its enchantment to artists and artisans.
Gelato in the town square earlier than driving domestic within the dusk to Vigone to put together for the Corn Harvest Festival. That afternoon the air became heavy with corn dirt, the sky a wealthy mauve daubed with purple clouds. Later we cooked the mushrooms we would offered from the antique lady, tossing them in olive oil and garlic. We ate them with rocket salad and skinny spaghetti crowned with Regiano and drank dry, effervescent Prosecco from Venezia. We mentioned history and I found out greater testimonies to go back home with.
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