Modena, My Modena

Where I spent long years of the height of my youth drinking honest bottles of Lambrusco from the local fields and eating good Italian greens with home made Balsamic vinegar. I remember the little tigelle smeared with garlic and lard at midnight at the bar Kones. I remeber the summer strolls around the Parco that went around the side of the city centro storico. I remember promendading on saturday afternoons up and down the Via Emilia with my buddy Massimo.

But mostly I remember going down to see old St. Gemigniano's bones in the crypt of the Duomo of Modena, the purest surviving Romaneque cathedral I've ever seen.

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