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Torino series: Mole Antonelliana

Living so close to Torino has made it easy for me to visit a lot of its biggest attractions.  Torino really is a hidden gem, and if you are a lover of museums Torino is the place for you.

 About a week ago I headed to the Mole Antonelliana. It is named after its architect, Alessandro Antonelli. I tried doing some research and I do think it is related, however small, to the term mole in chemistry. In case you were wondering. 
Its construction began in 1863, after Italian unification, but wasn't finished until 1889, after the architect's death. Originally created to become a Jewish synagogue, it now houses the Museo Nazionale del Cinema. I do believe it is the tallest museum in the world and it is on a side of the Italian 2 cent euro coin.

 I really enjoyed it and I don't consider myself a cinema enthusiast or anything close. I'm a passionate Rom Com girl and that's about it. But seriously the first bit of it was my favorite because it showed more of the history of storytelling. Don't get me started on my hidden love for storytelling and its history. That was sparked by a Greek mythology class I took this last semester and I have a sincere appreciation for those who create and share stories. I think that's why I've enjoyed creating this blog. It has helped me be a part of that. Anyway, I was so cool to look at the displays and I hope I find time to go back and pay the extra money to take the lift to the top and see the bird's eye view. And seriously you have to be so cool to have your picture displayed in this museums display of modern-day filmmaking best actors/actresses. Hugh Jackman is a freakin babe, and I see you over there too Brad Pitt. 

 10/10 Recommend going to see it if you find yourself in Torino anytime soon, or ever really.


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