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About Casa Parrocchia

For those who have visited Casa Parrocchia before a paradoxical feeling of calm anticipation starts to build as soon as you’ve pulled off the autostrada. The Piedmont is the second largest of Italy’s twenty regions after Sicily so whichever direction you are arriving from you are likely to have noticed a smattering of hill top towns; church spires pervading the skies.

It is unsurprising then that when your Satnav, or map if you're brave enough, guides you through a couple of Italy's sleepy villages and this particular hill top town emerges, you allow yourself a sigh of contentment, a knowing smile creeping onto the corners of your mouth.

As you start the winding assent up the hills you can feel yourself winding down.  Entering under the Castle arch, you look up at the Church on your right and survey the scene below on your left, but you know the best is yet to come.

Keys are thrown on the table, bags dropped in the hallway and a few quick strides are made to the shutters on the other side of the house. They're collectively thrown open and a smug feeling washes over you as step out onto the balcony, greedily gazing across the best view in the area.

 
 

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For those who have visited Casa Parrocchia before a paradoxical feeling of calm anticipation starts to build as soon as you’ve pulled off the autostrada. The Piedmont is the second largest of Italy’s twenty regions after Sicily so whichever direction you are arriving from you are likely to have noticed a smattering of hill top towns; church spires covering the skies.

It is unsurprising then that when your Satnav, or map if you're brave enough, guides you through a couple of Italy's sleepy villages and this particular hill top town emerges, you allow yourself a sigh of contentment, a knowing smile creeping onto the corners of your mouth.

As you start the winding assent up the hills you can feel yourself winding down.  Entering under the Castle arch, you look up at the Church on your right and survey the scene below on your left, but you know the best is yet to come.

Keys are thrown on the table, bags dropped in the hallway and a few quick strides are made to the shutters on the other side of the house. They're collectively thrown open and a smug feeling washes over you as step out onto the balcony, greedily gazing across the best view in the area.