We stopped off for a quick look at Turin, seemed nicely turned out to me compared to Milan, the Cinema Tower was worth a skeg, but it was swarming with school kids, we waited for 30 minutes for the lift, without any sign of any progress so we went and asked for our money back.
The hotel was sat on their equivalent of the M6 M1 interchange, but we’re made of stern stuff now and had a very enjoyable picnic in a quite pasture, serenaded by a frog in a hole. We may have been in the central reservation but it was a beautiful evening so what the heck.
The hotel was an icon to the 1980s, décor wise and services wise. It had a Gym, with about 10 broken instruments of torture, for instance one of them strained your back, had a bar that hit the back of your head, a device to pull the hairs out of the inside of your legs, and something you needed to dodge before it took your eye out. The shower had a spray that went straight across the room, with no curtain. After I finished I noticed all the water was seeping away down a gap between the wall and the floor, presumably into a guests room on the floor below.
The next day we left Italy. I naively thought that going through the alps would be like any other motorway toll. Turns out it cost £56, which I thought was a bit steep seeing as how we got the ferry from Dover for £25.
Got to Lake Annecy .. fantastic, clear blue water, surrounded by neck aching peaks, some still with snow on. The walking was knackering, but the views worth it.
This is the view from the tent.
This was the highest point we got to during the week.
Then North to Beaune, picturesque and in Bourgogne, so no cheap plonk for us
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