“In the 1950s, when I was about half a metre tall, I entered Torni through its main doors half a dozen times in the middle of the day. Having the concierge know and salute me was nice. He directed me to meet my Dad in the maître d’s office on the first floor. Every time I went there my Dad gave me a big bowl of vanilla ice cream. Even today, half a century later, I can still recall the portion as if it was right there in front of me: big, creamy spheres of vanilla ice cream in a sleek bowl, with a fine spoon that was ever so slightly too big for my hand. Wow, what a taste!”

             Risto Rainio