TURIN AT A GLANCE is a grid. The fourth largest city in Italy, it’s distinguished from the others (baroque Rome, wild Naples) by the rigidity of its plan, an inheritance from its origins as a Roman military camp. It’s difficult to get lost here, but also hard to appreciate the particularity of any one area, given its impressively refined sameness. Once the seat of the country’s aristocracy, the Savoys, the city still bears the impress of the family’s stiff, uncompromising dignity. An almost suffocating elegance suffuses it, every orthogonal street a sheer face of mute, balconied 18th-century facades, each wonderfully preserved in a kind of aristocratic amber.