Fearing that I may have worn out my welcome in Florence after a week-long orgy of wine, cheese, proscuitto, salami and gelati, I, ever the intrepid hedonist, hopped on a train (a most civilised and agreeable form of transportation) and fled north to Turin where I met up with my classmate Pietro and his incredibly delightful girlfriend Francesca. I cannot even begin to describe the magnitude of their hospitality as I find myself luxuriating within the confines of a gorgeous sprawling triplex apartment in the heart of the city. I can only hope that I may one day be able to return the favor.
Compared to Florence, Turin is an altogether different beast, replete with wide imperial avenues and grand municipal buildings. I spent the afternoon wandering around the largely empty streets (this is high summer in Italy after all) with my wonderful hosts and indulging in a spot of retail therapy. After an uncharacteristic bout of indecision at the Mandarina Duck store - which i left empty handed - I managed to pick up a beautiful (and quite reasonably priced, if I were a russian oil baron) black Costume National sweater with a rather interesting shawl-like collar. Realising that I was on the verge of a cashmere induced coma following my purchase, Pietro and Francesca were wise enough to take me back home and stuff me with Pesto Lasagne and red wine.
Well thats all from me for now. One more day in Turin then im off to Paris for my birthday! Stay tuned for Part 3.
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How glamourous is your life right now? You ARE the next Paris Hilton. Albeit, a gay Asian-Australian version with New Yawk twist! Come to think of it, that's more terrifying than being a Russian oil baron!
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