There's something truly special about that city — the way it holds its history so close, making visitors feel like they're walking through living stories rather than just looking at old buildings.
The train from Turin carried me through the rolling hills of Piedmont like a gentle prayer, each kilometer bringing me closer to a city I had never seen but somehow felt called to visit. As the locomotive slowed and the station of Asti appeared through the window, I felt that peculiar mixture of excitement and reverence that comes when you're about to step into a place where centuries of human stories have unfolded.
At the tourist information office, a kind woman handed me a town map with the warmth that seems to emanate from every corner of this ancient land. Her fingers traced the streets as she spoke, but I was already lost on the web of medieval lanes and squares printed on the paper—each line a pathway to discovery, each landmark a doorway to the past.
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