It's starting to look alot like Christmas on this blistery day. It's been snowing for 2 days straight and along with the snow has come the fog.
So Jolie and I stay inside, wrapped up in our sweaters, having coffee, reading travel books by Rick Steves, and watching period films. Even the grapes have frozen to their vines.
But while in the center of Torino, Vittorio Emanuele di Savoia rests high above the snow looking down and slightly laughing at all of us plebs trying get get around in the snow, I wonder if he knows that there is a bird pooping on his head?!
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