It’s a mood. You land. The air feels different. Cooler. Fresher. Slower. Forty-five minutes later, you’re sipping espresso in a cobblestone square that hasn’t changed in centuries. Church bells echo across terracotta rooftops. Locals greet each other by name. There’s no rush. No noise. Just Italy — the way it was meant to be. This … The post Bergamo: Isn’t Just A City appeared first on Times Kuwait .