April 4

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I don't remember why I didn't take any pics on our way back down to city center, but I didn't.

Cute dogs in coats. 

Cherry tree, in a planter.

I don't know what to call this category of meat preservation.  Europeans do a lot more of it than we do in the USA.

Until you cut them, these meats will hold at room temperature. 

Spotted in the sidewalk, in the fancy-food area.

Embellishment in a building's wall, near a door.

Little soup crackers.  Google translates this as "real soup smacks of old and like"....  I bet it means "smacks of the familiar and treasured past"..........

Pasta, pasta everywhere.  DeCecco is a brand we can get in our megamart. 

Just as people in the US are doing, more and more, Italians advertise when something is regional.  In the farthest-left sign:  Emilia is Bologna's region; grano Emiliano is "wheat from Emilia").

Dite che sono vostri is clearly "say it's yours!" -- but the rest didn't translate very well.  I think the gist of it is "tell them you made it yourself, and they'll be really impressed!"

The ingredients look interesting -- I'm wishing I had thought to get some and make it.  "Eggs, bread crumbs, Parmesan cheese, butter, walnuts, nutmeg."

More embellishment.

Bread!  We found a good bread store! 

The sign with these meringue disks said something like "use these disks, and you make the cake, with chocolate and cream."

Prepared foods.  We got a couple of those cute little quiches to eat for dinner.

More artichokes.  Little ones, and tiny ones, and apparently (from the color difference), two different preparations.

More home-made pasta.  I would eat this..........

And these.

Grocery, with produce out by the sidewalk.

We got some of the fat ones.  They were fine, but not spectacular.

A shop with fancy tools.  Dad, do you still use one of these to lather up before shaving?

Chain mail, for use in protecting hands while using a very sharp knife.

Cool blade.

Flowers.

Cute, though blurry, dog.

Back to the bread store.  We got some of this.  It was very good.  This is the sort of loaf that looked smaller in the store, and was bigger, when we got it home.

"The bread of Bologna is here" -- which I bet means "This is the bread of Bologna."  We think we tried this, or something very like it, in the breadbasket at a restaurant, but we never bought a loaf at the bakery.

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