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Acetaia di Giorgio, old mansion of the 14 Barbieri brothers, under its roof in the heart of the city of Modena keeps all the glamour and the attraction of very ancient rites and of centuries old tradition.
From the exclusive family consumption, today Giorgio, Giovanna and Carlotta Barbieri have expanded this delicious pleasure to whomever desires to taste the incomparable flavour of the best Traditional Balsamic Vinegar of ...
It was hot and humid so we slept in and started the day slowly. Following breakfast in the hotel we chatted with Ben and Georgia via Skype for half an hour before venturing out into the midday sun. We headed for Ristorante l'Arcimboldo again for lunch hoping to enjoy a relaxed time in air conditioning. It was not to be. All of the locals happily sat in the restaurant sweltering with no air conditioning and not even a fan. ...
... Fede's from Sydney, who she had also organised to pick up at the same point. Fede drove us to a restaurant near her place and we had lunch with Fede, Marco, George and Fede's parents. Fede's mother doesn't speak English so everything she said to us had to be translated. A lovely family. We began lunch with a type of pasta we hadn't seen and its name means something like strangled pasta. It was in a creamy tomato sauce with shell fish in it. Secondi was a ...
... but without the high prices of Australia.
After dinner we continued the walk to Piazza Maggiore. The buildings were nicely lit and the atmosphere pleasant. Outside one of the cafes a three piece band was playing with a female lead singer. She was very good at entertaining and most songs she sang were in English. Though her banter was in Italian you could still get the mood of what she was saying and we stood for a while and enjoyed the ...
... constant stream of motor-cyclists, hell-bent on personal destruction, who tore past us every few minutes... I'm sure I saw Barnsey there somewhere, except that there was a surprising propensity for BMWs...
It was funny as a circus - poor Treas, was almost horizontal in the seat, almost lying in my lap one minute and then trying to lean out the window the next, as she tried to escape ...