High atop Genova there is a grand statue of the virgin Mary, nigh as tall as the Christ of Świebodzin, looming over the faraway sea … nearly as high we had to climb to our Genovese couchsurfer, but, all of a sudden, without any effort: we are still suspicious whether it’s just been something we’ve […]
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Les Invalides arrived to Turin
You will have to excuse us. The last week was kind of over-demanding. We cycled day and night, we ate quite the minimum, we slept in the floor, in the most marvellous grass that rendered every other grass un-tent-able, we crossed the Alps, we broke personal speed records, we got a Crash Course Italian Culture, […]