A night in Bologna

Yesterday we stopped off in the wonderful Latteria 55 in Fidenza (at right) and bought enough sandwiches to (in Danny's words) feed the Red Army. I got some kind of ham with creamy strachino cheese on foccacia. It was approximately the size of a ceiling tile.











Then we climbed on a bus with Pam and Romano and about forty or so members of Pam's choir, their friends and family, for the trip through rush-hour traffic to Bologna, one of my favorite Italian cities because it feels both ancient and relatively uninterested in tourism. It's full of Italians going about their lives.

The choir gave a beautiful concert in the Church of the Trinity, with a program that ranged from Gregorian chant to Bach to Saint-Saens to jazz. The audience was appropriately enthusiastic (two encores). After the concert everyone unpacked the food we'd brought and we ate our late supper in what I guess is the vestry. We did an alarmingly efficient job of dispatching our sandwiches. Then we got back on the bus and rode home to Fidenza.

I would have enjoyed the whole evening even more if my cold hadn't taken a turn for the worse. I spent most of today in bed but hope to be better tomorrow.