113 is the equivalent of 911 in Italy. Today as we were walking to our car after taking a few shots of Castello Stupinigi, 113 was called. As Deme, the dog and I crossed the street to get from the castle to our car, a moped ran into a lady as she and a friend crossed the street behind us. She screamed, just as I placed my foot on the sidewalk in front of me. I immediately gave Zavier to Deme as I ran over to try to help. She was shaking all over and holding her elbow as she fell on her back and braced the fall with her arm. I had handy wipes and tissues in my purse for the blood. Her friend and I helped her up out of the street and onto the sidewalk; someone called an ambulance and other passerby’s came over to help. The moped driver said he was sorry but also said we jaywalked across the street, this is true, there were no marked zebra stripes. She was in pretty good shape but obviously in shock, soon she began to complain her back hurt. About 15 minutes from the start of the incident the ambulance showed up, I said “good-bye”, wished her well and vowed to be much more careful crossing the street from now on.