Bologna – it is what it is

Travel day today but first let’s be done with Bologna.

No dinner was required last night but we went out wandering and explored the city, with the eventual destination being the recommended ice cream store.

Bologna is brown, I know I have mentioned that before but it really struck me.  The architecture is monstrous, it never fits into a shot or even an eyeful.  You have to deconstruct it.  You have to say look at the arch, look at the balustrade, look at the balcony, look at its brick work, look at is carvings, just keep looking otherwise it presents simply as big and brown.

Look

There is no vantage point in Bologna to take it all in.  There is no hill, or green park or in many instances a big enough piazza to step back from it all, hence it feels claustrophobic and at first I could not help but yearn for an escape.  You have to sort of immerse yourself in it and let it unveil itself to you.

It’s decrepit and disintegrating features become quirky in themselves.  There is no pretence here.  There are amazing colossal, centuries old buildings and literally leaning brick towers in piazzas which are all worthy of comment.   But perhaps what becomes even more interesting is the 14th century building which stands there in a state and somehow says – at one stage in my history I was a church, then a pizza shop but now I just wait for another purpose.  It’s like the food last night – it is what it is.

It is what it is

So travel day didn’t disappoint with a walk along cobbled paths to the taxi rank only to be told by at least 6 taxi drivers all lined up with there vehicles telling  us they were on strike today. So on a bus, eventually and to the train station. On a train that left late and arrived in Florence with what was supposed to be plenty of time to get to our bus but was now a mission. Get to Pisa and as turning into airport where we were to pick up our rental car, the police stop us and send us away.  We have to go back and get dropped off at the new shuttle service and then buy a ticket and come back on the official shuttle train.  Lots of angry Italian with gestures and the odd recognisable expletive we get of the express airport bus and buy a ticket to get on a shuttle train.  Was actually way easier to not speak the language and just literally go with the flow, it did help that unlike the other angry punters we weren’t catching a flight. So with appropriate Tom Tom in place we headed to our base for the next five days.  This is me.

Terrace of cottage

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a quick visit to the village. A bottle of wine, some cheese, olives and other essential supplies, a sunny back deck with a view over the hills one way and the tower the other.

View from the terrace

 

 

 

 

 

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