not be found never parking on Via Lagrange
Slow Food:
Guido Gobino makes chocolate salt. But not any salt: salt of Cervia, no less. It has also won a prize at the festival of chocolate in London.
Wow.
London.
Cervia.
No, ok, come on, tell me that we are in an episode of "The Twilight Zone" where there is a guy who goes to buy a bag of chocolates and the clerk is gay that trims the chocolate with the salt of Cervia, who won in London . And coming back from the shop sull'unicorno Sampierdarena (the meat of which is shown in the diets rich in iron, a bit 'of lemon and chopped the unicorn is a delicacy) and soars, and higher in the sky. I feel less surreal.
Easter, full houses in the cities of art:
So what the hell makes us all these people Venetian accent in front of the Egyptian Museum of Turin?
Come have coffee with us:
I apostrophizes the promoter of coffee machines in the warehouse multimedia. Gladly, I say. With this, the septum is inserted into a marvelous machine design shiny chrome and snorting like a steam locomotive of the past and soon the coffee is in short. Warm. Creamy. With the froth. Sucks. I fear that my espressone say everything that words do not express. Miss does not lose the aplomb and dismisses me with kindness, chapeau.
Not far away, I notice that Apple has taken out the ipod earphones with rubber sound insulation. 39 €. Since the earphones that I use now are more infested with bacteria in an outbreak of Ebola, the first thing I ask is whether the order are the rubber parts. He 's young, she is pretty, does not yet know the tricks of the seller and he tells me that there's no way. I would have taken only because it was honest.
The Corner:
once was a closet gay-looking, painted white and aluminum head un'infilata of twentieth-century cast-iron structures. Then there were the Olympics, and now the Frullateria mac donald is incorporated in front of the modular architecture that replaced the ramshackle scrap. Compared to the times when I was unlikely to me mixed blend of exotic fruits, have also normalized the menu and now the most we get is bananas and walnuts. In short, another crime that we can attribute modern times.
I just have to pick up your tired bones, and return home meditating on the spring.
