It is good for me to go to the Cathedral Santa Croce:

He said “I want to be on your blog. I really want to be on your blog.” A lot of inanimate objects talk to me. Usually, I just let them get whatever they want:

Well, this is Italy after all:

Because obviously, the face does not want to hear it:

I know, I could have some kind of a dissertation on Italian architecture or how I feel this is influenced by Art Deco, but I prefer to sound like a guest on Ricki Lake.

Even the guy on the bike can see past my ruse.

In Italy I saw many things I never thought I would see in my life. I saw an underwear store that also sold sushi. I also never so many lingerie stores in my life as I did in Bologna. I also went to a bookstore that sold pasta and wine.

Bologna was also a place where I saw more arches than I had ever seen in my entire life. Let me give you a sampling:

They aren’t arches like the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. They are just these little passageways between the buildings. I find them more useful. The French are still delusional about their military power. No problems like that with the Italians. OK, that’s enough intra-Europe s%&t talking. Back to the arches. They were great because they protected you from the severest of weather, cold, rain or sunshine and each was different and each was really lovely. Observe:

Had enough arches yet? Well, you are out of luck, because there are more:

Oh, the post production fun on this one!

I have been thinking about this entry since my second day in Italy. I’ve been back from there for two weeks. Boy, am I ever a champion of procrastination.

Come on. Could you imagine him shopping here during his recent trip to Italy. I know, he only went to Rome, but if he had gone to Parma, he would have come here:

Medusa on the other hand…:

How about you?: