This morning’s breakfast guest:

And the view from the front yard, overlooking the valley:

We drove to Torino for the afternoon; to be honest it was hot and kind of boring. We went to the Duomo where the Shroud of Turin is housed, which I suppose earns us a gold star for being good tourists. Ben gets more gold stars for driving through rush hour downtown Torino. Nerves of steel, that one.

More pleasant was the evening: eating cheese and bread and wine while the sun set over the valley, followed by a simple supper made in our apartment’s kitchen and eaten on the patio in twilight.