Bologna 1/03/13

I went to Bologna on the 1^st of March, at the time of year when the snow gets scraped up into big, hard piles like those freezer-growths that you have to chip out, except they smel lless like freezer, frozen fish (why does that always happen?) and look a grubbier, unless you have dirt in your freezer, but I’m not sure why you would.

I guess spatially Bologna is kind of interesting or disorientating, because you pop out of narrow graffitied, portico-ed streets, pop by a medieval church into terracotta spaces, or wider facist era streets with their ugly-in-a-cube-way with workman pictures type cement buildings. Ciao bella. For this reason there are many, many photos in this post because I was really sucked in by the different pockets of the city. Did you note that tacky portico-paving in the opening picture. Classic stuff, really.

The city felt a lot more University-town than Siena, with the whole University area occupied in that very ‘don’t approach us we’re having an intellectual conversation about dreadlocks and flyers’ and home to ‘Piazza Verde’ (Green Piazza), named for yes, that very hazy reason. In any case, nice to see more of a tangible youth culture than in say, Siena, where I was studying. People should be to be menacingly intellectual with dreadlocks right...because it means you hate the man? No, everyone loves a bit of stirring youth culture.

What I ate: Not Bolognese, but Lasanga, followed up by that awkward moment when you’re gifted a sizeable grappa and all eyes are on you until you politely finish that little demon. I still taste it now, many months later.

Ice growth strikes again!

Dance Neptune, dance.

Seriously, a fantastic telephone shop. I'm asking myself now why I didn't include more of these photos.

Dude, where's my motorbike?

Have you ever been to a bar with frescoes on the wall? Neat-o bonito.

Just imagining the ice-lump as a really, slow-moving, giant sloth. Heh. Actually, more like the dog-dragon thing from The Never Ending Story.

So the story here goes that the Pope a the time was outraged that a church be bigger than his, so work stopped, and to this day it looks like someone sliced through that church a if it it were a salami.

Did you know that there are hidden canals in Bologna! This for example, is a little window in a wall giving you a peek.

Old city trade

Freezer-growths!

Oldest house in Bologna, word. If you stand underneath, you can still see the arrow dating back to Medieval times. Supposedly the lover of the married woman who lived there missed his target, her husband. Classic Italy.