Finally made it down to breakfast this morning, my final day in Torino. Breakfast here is a civilized offering in most European hotels, unlike the US where you are sent scrambling to find something on your own. Must make for some interesting stories, Europeans in the US, say NYC for the first time, out on the chaotic, noisy, filthy, morning streets, trying to scrounge a bagel.  Croissants are to Italy what bagels are to the US. I prefer the croissants. They seem impossibly elevated somehow each time I'm here, growing not larger but more delicate, flaky and perfectly filled (if that's what you desire). Croissants are a sure sign that things haven't deteriorated too badly, man still has his A game on.