One of the luxuries on this trip was time. Because I was staying nearby while exploring northern Italy as a potential place to live, I was able to return to Piacenza more than once and watch the city change with the weather, the light, and my own attention.
Piacenza was part of a longer stretch of travel through Italy, one of those periods where every train ride quietly carried a second question underneath it: could we actually live here? We were searching for places that felt a little slower, a little greener, a little more breathable without being completely disconnected.
