UNA Hotel Bologna
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... head for the flea market. Bought myself a Mao hat, pair of mittens and some audio cables and a car charger for the phones. Again it was pretty surreal as I haggled with the chinese shop owner in Mandarin whilst everyone around, including him was speaking in fluent Italian.
Finally met up with everyone at the Cafe Zamboni, strangely enough situated on Via Zamboni (I tell you these Italians must spend ages deciding on the name of ...
... he described Joy. Well, we knew that anyway!
After the excitement of San Salvatore and Guercino's tomb, we walked on to San Paolo Maggiore and San Domenico, two more glorious churches with wonderful artwork. San Domenico, where Reni is buried, is described as "a treasure house of Italian art" and rightly so. About the only thing missing for Joy was a hidden Caravaggio! In between these two, Michael found a cute little bar serving great coffee and brioches ...
... snow had gone, and the sky was a brilliant clear blue, but the day was very cold. Thank goodness for our new coats. Today we simply toured around gazing in awe at the buildings and taking photo after photo. No galleries today, but the splendour of the churches and the two (that's right, two) cathedrals were enough on their own. We broke for coffee and croissants before finishing our round of the city at the church of ...
... hours and a bit gazing at Reni, Guercino, Caracci, and a stack of others. Wonderful.
Michael had seen enough in about 30 minutes so went off to explore Bologna on his own. First of all it is a very historic city. You can see, without being told, that every single building has a long and fascinating history. Almost every building (and there are many) has its own architectural style. Everywhere you look, there ...
... and started rolling in neutral down ever hill to save fuel, I knew I would have about 20-30 km worth of petrol.
I was starting to get a bit nervous, it was 9:30 pm and I had no idea where I was, or if I'd be able to get petrol. I stopped at another petrol station. Same deal, cash only!
I knew I was coming closer to the edge of the mountain range as the air slowly got warmer with every hill I descended. I came through a very small village and ...