We flew into Bologna and had a wonderful night roaming the streets before heading to a fabulous old Bistro. Stepping through the front door felt a little like stepping back into a different world.
Crisp linen adorned the old wooden tables, the walls were covered, top to bottom with old framed photographs of family, of events of anything and everything that was significant to these people. The youngest waiter was impeccably dressed and in his mid 40s and the cash register was older than all of them put together. A truly traditional Italian experience!
war memorial in Bologna - a tile for each person
beautiful door handles and locks, dotted around the city
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