Sunday I'm frozen. we went for a ride near Rieti where I thought there must be a "nice" Christmas market. Rieti was near the well, 120 km from Rome to a place where it had snowed the day before, practically under the Terminillo, you can not imagine how cold, we were obviously moving :-))
say that the disappointment has not been then as big as Christmas in spite of the Christmas market had very little, we found ourselves in the midst of a celebration of the country where the food was tasty but weird stuff that came out of pots full of boiling oil, pasta amatriciana, baked apples in the wine and cakes and sweets of all kinds.
at 4 I was at home with a steaming cup of Parampampoli in his hands.
there was snow, there was a market, there was Parampampoli, but Trent is something else :-(
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