- My Italian is not that great, but the knobs on this funny cabinet are tiny, and it took me a while to figure out that the lady behind the bar was right: I could pick my own panino! I started noticing similar cases in caffes around the city.
My mom in the Museo Regionale di Scienza Natural.
Gipsoteca, Via Principe Amedeo.
A few sips into an exquisite bicerin (modeled by my mom): warm drinking chocolate, espresso and fresh, cold, heavy whipped cream. Oh!
Not sure what to say about this next one. It wasn’t edible?
A rejoinder to my Berkeley entry. So refined! (Indeed, less architectonic.)
FIAT: Fabbrica Italiana Automobili Torino. I am sad to say I didn’t return with any of these chocolate cars.
OK. I guess this entry is really about me photographing things I want to be eating right now.
At Pasticceria Gertosio, pâté de fruits — fruit jelly candy. No idea what this is called in Italian, but the French were in charge here for hundreds of years, so…
Below, patisserie at Peyrano. Their grappini were the best: tiny bites of hollow chocolate, lined with sugar crystals and filled with grappa. Easy to devour, hard to photograph.
And finally, not sure I’d want to ingest these guys, but certainly a bevy to behold.
I am jealousy from start to finish. But esp. about that Bicerin. Keep posting pics!
Hey M, thanks! I did what is certainly a faux pas — added another image after I posted. Hope you enjoy. 🙂