This time of the year there wasn’t any bike in sight, but a waitress at one of the apre-ski places we went to commented on my Ducati sweater, and told me in struggling English that her brother owns a 748!
The lack of bikes was compensated by other Italian culture i.e. food and drinks! As a souvenir I brought home four different local Grappas. The rightmost one is cask aged for ten years and tastes almost like a cognac, with rich tones of vanilla and coconut! Yummie!

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