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On the highway to hell.

Weekend time means time for rambling travels. This weekend meant Torino, and after a 4am night train I met my mate Jimmy P at 11. Heading north from the station, we did coffee, went to the old royal palace from the blink of an eye Italy was a monarchy and then checked out the cathedral where the Shroud That Certainly Without Doubt Covered Our Lord And Saviour is housed. For such a globally famous home of a relic, the church is very simple and without the usual level of ornate flashiness I've come to expect.

The next few hours were spent at the cinema museum, and it was a well spent few hours indeed. Housed in the huge, hollow volume of the historic Mole Antonelliana, designed by a crazy architect, it starts with shadow puppet shows of the 1800s and moves through to modern film, with individual rooms showing well selected shorts of different themes, the rooms decorated to the theme. The ones I recall are explosions ('Thelma and Louise' amongst others), romance (something Italian), family (?) ('Ghandi'???), sci-fi (nothing I recognised), westerns (all the classics, including 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly'), mirrors ('Paris, Texas', 'The Truman Show'), dreams ('The Big Labowsky', some Italian film with a guy crawling on a tit), horror (my 2 faaaaavvvvooouuurites, 'NOTLD' 1990 and 'Evil Dead', with 'Eraserhead' (ummm....)) and bizarre situations (some family sitting around a table where the seats are toilets, and others), along with props of all sorts including Charlie Chaplin's hat, and many a fine poster. However, someone in charge of planning has an all consuming obsession with Bridgette Bardot... hey, this entry is rambling... oh yeah, I'm full of beer...

After that, it was as general look around and (liquid) lunch. Turin has many beautiful squares, but is mostly a boring, rigidly planned town. James and I headed out of the centre of town to catch a gig I had researched, but I buggered the date up so we booked to stay the night.

Day 2, and we mooched around town checking out a replica medieval village (TIP: in a country of medieval buildings, a 'replica' is as lame as it sounds), a square that the Romans believed was evil, that the town gallows was on back in the day and that wiccan types believe is directly above the gates of hell (under a flower bed. Insult to injury, really). Then, off to check out the Mudhoney gig, where we ran into some interesting Australian fellows (see photos).

More to come.

This lunar cycle

April 2015
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