WP Michelle says, this week share a photo that includes a name. When you stop and look, you realize that you’re surrounded by names: street signs, name tags, vanity license plates, boat names, brand names, the spines of the books … there are possibilities everywhere.
On a recent trip to Turin, I meandered the Borgo Po. Turin’s famous flea market is a century-old, sprawling outdoor affair. It attracts browsers, collectors, and strollers who buy a variety of things from purses to potholders, statues to screwdrivers.
So many vendors, live music, pungent aromas. Stalls huddle up against ancient facades across the bridge from the city proper.
Cafes, vinoteccas, gelato trucks. Antiques, furniture, ceramics, books, clothing, vintage cars, old toys, clothes, handicrafts and trinkets of all kinds. Borgo Po Fall Festa is quite the draw. Have a look.
But this street really wowed. A row of vintage cars, one more ogle-worthy than the next.
Before coming to America, my Nonno and Nonna Bruno lived near Torino. They were farmers and silk weavers who relied on mules and worms for a living. Cars were for rich people.
I was so mesmerized by these vintage autos that I almost missed a ‘sign’ from my grandparents.
I love to learn about my ancestors but their stories aren’t only found in museums.
There’s no better place to immerse yourself in a locale, to be an archaeologist of your past, than at a flea market. In Italy, I went to the Borgo Po and it will forever be engraved in my memory.