Personal Legends of Piemonte”

  • Someone stole my bike.

    Someone stole my bike.

    In the middle of the night someone stole my bike. I’ve no idea how – perhaps very carefully. When we went to the carabinieri this morning to report the theft, my guy said, “she was beautiful”. I stared at him, then agreed. Of course she was – that’s why I named her Dovima! – after…