Reggio Emilia is a normal place. It's Italy basic. Old men wash their faces in fountains while their wives wait. Churches are under renovation. Lunch starts with a plate of salume.
There were more bicycles than cars. And a lot of old men killing time in the piazza. Nothing crazy. Nothing wild. Just Italia passing by.
We did get to see a three year old inhale an entire plate of salume, and then move on to a bowl (larger than her head) of tortelli and broth. In a country that markets cellulite crème to its teens her appetite was refreshing.
We were also impressed by a group of family members who came into the restaurant, each one more bronzed than the next. Nothing belts out, "We're a happy family!" like skin the color of tangerines.
There were very few tourists in town. In fact, I don't think there were any. Except for us. And at this point I don't think we count.
We're just folks who like to see where the train can take you. And what you can eat once you're there.
1 comment:
I like seeing where the train takes you, too! You really seem to capture the feel of each place you visit.
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