You are by now aware that I have been to Bologna - much to the disgust of Smiles. He seems to regard this city as his own, though what it has ever done to deserve him or indeed what he has ever done to be honoured enough for them to allow him in is beyond me.
Steeped in history and the capital of Emilia Romagna with the oldest existing university in Europe (founded in 1088) the city is, thankfully, not a major tourist center - yet (and long may it continue) - and an absolute joy. A lot of the joy is due to being surrounded by the young - it seems that at least half the town is under 30 and probably at the university.
Stupidly I haven't, other than fleeting visits as most of my maternal grandmother's family is from the area, spent real time there for years and luckily this trip coincided with the Feast of San Petronio and we witnessed everything from medieval pageantry and flag waving (of which more later)
to Pete making a guest appearance singing some Cohen songs
but mainly, in keeping with 'La Grassa' traditions...
...some truly wonderful food
for some of which we were grateful for recommendations by Smiles (there, I've been nice - last and only time!).
Forget Engine Room and his obsession with New York ersatz modern goo, this is the real thing, and in spades!
There is much to tell and see, but surrounded by so much beautiful and fresh food and wine I now need a snooze. We shall return to Bologna (in both blog and real terms) soon.
Yours, diablog, in the land of my fathers