In which we start to get an inkling that the Piedmont region is not just like Nebraska…
Pulling out of town, we get a first far off glimpse of these - I assume Alps.
We’re on the lookout for spumante…
And a new wine territory
Villa envy of the day - personal castle
What’s weirder than an Italian biker bar?
An Italian-Swedish biker bar.
Rolling into Alba, we see this - sister city!
Gelato pix back by popular demand - green apple and peach for E. Lemon and peach for A. Above average, but not the best.
And take a walk of the town (which takes about 10 minutes total.) But, I finally find a cobbler AND have my torn bike glove fixed. Voilà!
Alba’s duomo. Most remarkable for the bits of Roman temple that are still visible beneath
Mark (his symbol is the winged cow) looks startled about something…
I try to relive last night - more agnolotti with ragu.
And Eric looks awfully happy with his “Mexican” burger and fries (and he was!)
Salut! To the end of week 4! (Yikes!)