We arrived at the outskirts of Alba without any problems. Navigating through the city to our hotel proved to be challenging, but we were saved when the son of the owner of the restaurant where we had lunch got in our car and drove us there. Now, that is hospitality. We didn't know it, but we arrived on the weekend that was the start of the annual truffle festival. Banners of all sorts were lining the streets.
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We found out the next day that the banners were for the various districts of the city and there was rivalry between them that played out in the annual donkey race. A carousel was set up in one of the piazzas, vendors were selling all manner of trinkets, including spun sugar (cotton candy or zuchero filato). |
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Truffles were displayed by vendors on many streets
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