In the hinterland of Carrara, along the road towards Fosdinovo and Campo Cecina, between a curve and a hairpin bend we were greeted by the sight of motorcycles suspended in mid-air. We turn right to immerse ourselves in the world of motorcycles. Those at the entrance are resting on large cheese cauldrons, to us they looked like strange bells. The owner of this museum acted as our guide, explaining how his passion was born. Inside a series of motorcycles, motorbikes of every shape and era. As if that weren't enough, inside the pizzeria attached to the museum, or perhaps the other way around, there are other objects in common use just a few decades ago, radios, record players, etc. etc. We didn't taste the pizza but we promised ourselves we'd come back as soon as possible







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