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The Photo Challenge #47 – Tour Guide

I was born and raised in Bologna, Italy, and I’m crazy in love with my hometown.
Why? Because Bologna is beautiful under any weather circumstance, the red of the bricks manages to brighten up even the worst foggy day. Because it has that Medieval touch I love so much. Because its many covered walkways protect you both from the rain in winter and the hellish heat in the summer. Because when it comes to food we are not prone to counting calories and we’re definitely not afraid of body fat. And, believe me, there are at least another hundred reasons.

It’s kind of impossible to accurately describe Bologna to people who were not born here. And I’m referring not only to people born in other countries, but also to people who were born somewhere else in Italy. Bologna is a way of life, something that runs in your veins, something you can never betray.

PS
Two of the pictures are my mother’s. She kindly gifted them to me. Just check her IG account to take a full Bologna tour.

Bologna on my mind

È difficile spiegare Bologna ai non bolognesi. Come la spieghi una radice? Una culla? Un perimetro di mattoni rossi e colli verdi? Come spieghi i portici? Come spieghi le osterie, la piazzola, piazza Santo Stefano, le persiane verdi, i sampietrini, le sfogline, le sdoure, i nonni, i fangein, i piccioni? Tutti i soccia, i sorbole, i ma va’ a cagher, ma va ben a rusco, che du maron, i brisa, i dare il tiro, la cassa, il bordello?
Come spieghi le botteghe, il mercato, i vicoli stretti e dolci, la simpatia, la golosità, la “grassezza” dell’anima e della risata? Come spieghi un calice di vino rosso, la perfezione di un tortellino? E le terrazze nascoste sotto i tetti. E gli odori. Gli ippocastani. I tigli. I Giardini Margherita, il Parco Talon. Come la spieghi la vita? La vita qui? Puoi solo viverla e da Bologna non si scappa.

Matilda con la A, Cecilia Mazzeo Orlandi