A Nostalgic Journey Through Museo Leone: Rediscovering Childhood Wonders
It was a bright day, one of those where the air seems to shimmer with a special kind of magic, when my mother took me to Museo Leone in Vercelli for the first time. I was six, maybe seven years old, and I still vividly remember the excited heartbeat as we crossed the threshold of that seemingly enchanted place.Today, decades later, I stand once again before that discreet, studded door that had captivated me as a child. My now more mature heart beats with the same enthusiasm as back then. I cross the threshold, immediately enveloped by a sense of…