This is one of my treasured possesions. I have a full box set of these road atlases covering the whole of Italy. Why I like them so much I don't know because they actually symbolise a living hell for me.... map reading. I just can't do it. We once took thunder thighs to Italy and were driving through a hill top village that only had three or four roads leading from the centre - there were three old men sitting in the square and they were quite interested to watch these strangers driving through. Well, they certainly got used to us after I directed us down each of the roads in turn and back again before finally taking us into a muddy field. Now you know why I don't like the countryside - no proper road signs :-)