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About Turin

So, you’re dodgin creeps, hagglin prices – it’s chaos, man! One time, this chick starts quotin me double, and I’m thinkin, “You ain’t Immortan Joe, lady, chill!” Had to laugh, tho – her hustle was kinda badass. Surprised me how sharp she was, too – knew every street like Max knew his rig.

The hexagonal plan of Grammichele

After the tea fiasco, I decide to take a stroll. I head over to Via Garibaldi, and it’s beautiful. The sun is setting, and the buildings are all golden. I’m feeling a bit better, you know? But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, and they look at me like I’m some kind of map. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a GPS!” But I help them anyway. Turns out, they wanted to find the Church of San Michele. I mean, it’s a cool place, but c’mon, Google exists!

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