29 September 2007

under the arches



When people talk about Bologna, they'll inevitably go on and on about the meat sauce or the mortadella, but I've never heard anyone go on and on about the porticos that go on and on. In fact, we've been to Bologna before but we still didn't know that Bologna owns the distinct honor of possessing the world's longest portico.

The world's longest portico, you say... What does that look like? Well, at first it looks like a nice short walk underneath a series of pretty arches. And then it starts to look like a medium length walk that's getting steeper and steeper. And by the end it looks like a never-ending walk that you're determined to finish because you've come this far and like hell you're going to stop now.

I guess the amateur athletes passing us along the way could've clued us in to the length and incline of the trek. Or maybe even the folks who were on a pilgrimage, singing religious hymns as they slowly crept along. But for us the walk had just seemed like a good idea after lunch. 666 arches later, with sweaty brows and a view of the outlying hills, we were just happy to be done.

We didn't know at the time that we'd just experienced the world's longest portico. But subsequent web research tells us that we visited the Santuario della Madonna di San Luca at the top of Guardia hill which one reaches after a 3.5 kilometer walk under 666 arches. Not bad for an after-lunch stroll.



Our lunch was at a small trattoria right at the start of the portico. It's approximately four kilometers out of the city center and we took a bus with the rest of the locals fleeing town for the lunchtime hour. At the trattoria there was no English wafting from nearby tables, and no menu. The waiter simply rattled off what was being served that day.



Stefano and our special guest started with fresh pastas heaped with meat sauces while I had the creamiest tortelloni I've yet found in Italy. Filled with ricotta and tiny bits of parsley, the little packages were topped with butter and a single sage leaf. For secondi I opted for a small bowl of mashed potatos and peas while Stefano and our guest shared what I've heard were delicious veal meatballs.

When I'd asked the waiter if there were any chicken or vegetable secondi, he made it clear that, "We eat meat in Bologna." Well then, I said, I'll eat potatoes and peas. But I did appreciate his directness. It was like earlier that day when I saw an older man stop on his bike right next to one of those "human statues" that wait for your coin before they'll move. The man just sat there and sat there, staring at the motionless guy in gold. It was the best piazza showdown I've seen - and not a word was spoken.



After our post-lunch portico adventure we made our own pilgrimage to the Majani chocolate store in the center of town. We didn't leave until we had a fifty-some euro bag of chocolate in hand. You might scoff, but it's easy to do. Their chocolate is incredible and the store is like an old-fashioned pharmacy except that instead of more standard medicinal formulas they dole out chocolates.

It's the kind of place where restless husbands wait outside while their wives linger over the most difficult of chocolate choices. We saw one doing just that. But not my husband - he is a far wiser man. When it comes to chocolate there's never a good reason to wait outside.



When we'd arrived in town earlier that morning we stopped at a great bar that gives you a tiny shot of fizzy water along with your coffee. It's the same place we'd gone our first time here. And the cappuccini were just as good. Except that this time there was art in the cappuccino foam.



The face and the flower were very impressive but I've got an idea... how about 666 arches?

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