I woke up this morning and looked outside. One word came to mind.
Nebbia. It took me to recall my trip to a small
comune in Piemonte three years ago.
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| Autumn leaves in La Morra, Italy |
It was late October and I was in the town of La Morra which rests atop a hill. The sprawling view of the undulating country far below it was something out of a travel magazine. One was treated to a patchwork of colors. The grapes the region is famous for were more than ripe for harvest, days were getting shorter and Mother Nature had the plants shut down their food making factories. And by the way, the grapes are called Nebbiolo, probably derived from
nebbia since when they ripen, their texture gives off a foggy or frosted look.
One thing which strikes me as uniquely Piemontese is the
nebbia which rolls in around this time of the year. When I was in La Morra, I had the privilege of witnessing the fog shrouding the town like a mystery.
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| La Morra, in nebbia |
I took a few photos of this wonderful act of nature. Here are some of my favorites:
Unfortunately when I leaned out of my window this morning, it hit me there wasn't any
nebbia I could be thankful for. It was the despicable haze...
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