Very little today convinced me that Bologna is anything but a slightly strange place - but maybe that had everything to do with it being a Sunday. However, there was the kitsch art behind window bars;
the kitsch art on church ceilings (check out all the nuns at the bottom having a roaringly good social life);
the fact that Bologna is such a food center (though not, I might add, on Sundays), that the association of master bakers - maybe of women master bakers? - were having a display at dusk in the Piazza Maggiore;
and then the unarguable fact that some of the local stores seemed made for my research eyes alone. Maybe I can put this on the jacket of that as-yet ever-so-unwritten tome?