In Brisighella–breathtaking views, breaktaking food
A sign along the road outside Brisighella says: “A town on a hill between Florence and Ravenna.” That makes it sound pretty lonely. There are a lot of hills between those two towns. Continue reading
Where the month of dead means pumpkins, cemeteries, and baked goods
My wife is talking about Druids.
We’re in a kitchen store in Rimini, a place where we buy stuff for our apartment–pans, drinking glasses, cutting board, a new espresso pot. The lady there also keeps us supplied in stainless steel coasters, an accessory my wife delights in buying. (I don’t like them. With the least bit of condensation, they stick to the bottom of a glass, then detach and cymbal crash on the tabletop when you take a drink.) Our cupboard back in the US is full of them. Today the store is having a sale on nonstick pans, 10 euro. We’re tempted. Continue reading
A recap of this weekend in Italy: earthquakes and seafood
We have clams for lunch.
For dinner, earthquakes.
First, a food report from a restaurant on the Adriatic. The photos below were taken at a fish place called La Marianna that my wife LOVES. It’s in Rimini, next to the Roman-era bridge of Tiberius, completed around 21 AD. We drive over it every time we go to this part of Rimini. How’s that for engineering? Continue reading