Well, here you go. The first one here is of a storefront near the Piazza Maggiore (main square) of Bologna, and you can see how good all of the fresh pasta (with some background ham) looks.
But, be careful not to touch the produce, as you can read for yourself what might happen.
I can attest (as can my brother) that this goes for Torino as well as Bologna, as we saw a woman almost lose an appendage after learning that chestnuts roasting on an open fire, though a nice holiday tune, are not for sampling with your fingers without asking first.
Here is another food photo of a gelateria down the street, though not my favorite one , boasts some spectacular flavors and is where we purchased an ice cream cake (think Baskin Robbins, but totally different) which was almost entirely consumed by Paolo, the father of Stefano and Michela, after a welcome lunch consisting of spaghetti with meat sauce, lasanga a la bolognese, pigeon (one for each person), vegetables and wine...may be forgetting a few things.
Yes, they do eat like this every day....okay, maybe not to such a degree, but the pranzo (lunch) usually does consist of a pasta course, followed by some type of meat, then vegetables.
As you can see in the picture below, Robin was in no condition to walk after her first three meals in Bologna, and Adam was more than happy to oblige by carrying her down the cobblestone streets of Bologna without even so much as coming closte to stumbling.
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