|Needs no caption. Obvi.|
|Favorite quotations in other languages. Happymaking.|
|Soul crushing = missing Chekhov in Italian by ONE WEEK. The humanity.|
|When in doubt, cured meats to the rescue. The guy who runs this place is the real deal.|
|Exhibit A: Charles Darwin, pictured in his rare flower-afro phase. Wait, what?|
|Exhibit B: The Bologna Phonebooth. The perfect pretend-you-are-in-a-70's-spy-movie opportunity.|
|Exhibit C: The actual awning of a restaurant. I can't.|
|Exhibit D: Moose hat!|
|Exhibit forget-about-it: I ALWAYS wear a sexy spoon-hawk with demitasse-earrings when swimming in a coffee-lake. Anyone else?|
|Baby Armani. That's a shearling lined aviator sleep sack on the right. Just sayin'.|
|In the hotel elevator.|
But for the ultimate combination of beautiful, awe-inspiring, historical, mildly creepy, and undeniably weird, I give you the Anatomical Theatre!
No, really. Absurdly intense woodwork inside, and smokin'-hot marble and paintwork outside. 1636, motherf%$!ers. Check it out:
So yeah, that's my best attempt to show a bit of the awesome that is Bologna.
Other bits of awesome that went unphotographed included: becoming a member of the CovoClub (hilarious), seeing Death from Above live for the first time (so rad), and staying at the Hotel Cavour (surprisingly swanky).
The last morning before heading back to London I had fluffy-Italian-custard-pastry-of-win with a perfect cappuccino. Hell to the yes.
So I guess it's goodbye for now, Bologna, but I will definitely be back.
Coming soon: Life in London town...