It is a bright early July day. On a dusty mountain track fringed by fir trees and leading to a pass in the French Alps 2,600 metres above sea level, two men are struggling, pushing, panting. Their sweat has dried on their faces etching masks of effort and pain. These men are road race cyclists and the scene is the Tour de France of 1952.
Follow in our tour of the Italian restaurants, pizzeria, cafés and other establishments in Victoria
La vita é bella, morir si deve... senza un quattrin!
