Travel Theme: Sweet

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August 9, 2013 by allsho

You might or might not know that Italy is a place where you can find excellent wines.

Ok, ok, oui madame, of course, I didn’t mean to offend your national pride. France has the best wines in the world, which I happen not to like just because I am an Italian and therefore ignorant in all wine things. And Italy has some drinkable stuff we like to call wines but really, wine?

Can I go back to what I was saying? Merci.

So, here you can find excellent wines. Shut up, madame!

But not precisely around where I live. I imagine it’s the type of soil, the climate, or, most likely, that traditionally farmers over here had other things (usually belonging to the animal world) on their minds rather than planting vines.

So, our local wine is not really worth talking about. In fact when I go shopping I hardly ever buy local wine.

But of course anything may prove useful.

For example, in november, when this picture was taken, in markets and fairs, an excellent way for small charities or associations to collect some money is selling roasted chestnuts.

And wine. Local wine. White, sparkling. Nothing beats it.

It’s the perfect match to turn your good heart into good heartburn.

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So, this was taken on a trip to a market not too far from home. Veterans were roasting chestnuts and pouring white wine for an offer.

Well, I was forgetting: it can be dry as well, but the best with chestnuts is sweet.

Or was it French?

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(Where’s my backpack – Travel Theme: Sweet)

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