We try the tortilini at a hidden little restaurant. It was incredible. Our bill was more than a one night stay at the villa in Prato.
Bologna is quieter than any of the other cities we have been to so far. We really like the unhurried feeling here. We can walk down little side streets and not see a soul. We can hear crickets in the trees or people talking softly on the many benches. This is an interesting mailbox.
Every day since we returned from the island of Ponza, there have been thunderheads and a feeling of rain in the afternoon. Today it barely sprinkled. Bologna is known for its many covered walkways, many of which have carvings, tile, or murals overhead.
We have walked so much, Bruce has worn out his Tevas. We went to a Camper shoe store and bought him a replacement.