mercato delle erbe – JenandAlsbigItalianadventure

June 8, 2020June 8, 2020

Looking forward

This week Al has returned to work and I have been looking for a new job and visiting reopened shops.

Paper wrapped purchases from the Quadrilatero

Establishing new patterns (the new normal)

Al started back at the restaurant on Monday to prepare for reopening the restaurant on Tuesday, which was a national holiday (Republic day). FICO World Eataly, the food centric theme park (their words), where’s Al’s restaurant is located, had decided on a big relaunch for Republic day. They had targeted their advertising locally as inter regional travel was still not permitted until the end of the week. It’s been a long time since people in Bologna have been able to eat out and go anywhere so it was not surprising that it was busy on the re-opening day. The following days were quieter, but they were ordinary working days, so this weekend is the real test.

I, on the other hand, have still been largely at home. I am splitting my time between looking for a new job and writing. Initially I had set aside an hour a day to trawl job sites and apply for any promising looking roles, but it soon seemed to develop into a rabbit hole of amended CVs and cover letters and very little writing happening. This is typical when you are constantly plagued with the notion that your writing is self-indulgent and struggle to prioritise it. I flipped my day around and decided to start writing first and then job hunt if there was time after.

So far, my job search has not yielded any responses, but these are odd times. I have set myself a sort of deadline and if I have not managed to find something more in line with what I want to be doing, I will start hitting up old contacts to see if I can get a contract in what I used to do.

Hay Festival (on line)

Hay festival is a UK literary festival held in Hay-on-Wye every year. The town of Hay-on-Wye is widely renowned for its many second hand and new bookstores, so it makes sense that there is a festival dedicated to literature here too. We have attended the festival twice and really enjoyed it. This year we were not intending to go as we are here in Italy, but as it turned out the festival was cancelled anyway due to Corona virus. Indeed, the whole area remains in lockdown as Hay is part of the Brecon beacons national park in Wales which remains closed to the public. However, someone at Hay Festival had the brilliant Idea of putting the festival online. As we were signed up for festival updates we received an email with the line up from 18^th to 31^st May. It was free to sign up for any of the events and you could sign up to as many as you wanted. Knowing it was going to be Al’s last week before returning to work we went through the listing and signed up to several events.

Highlights included, John Sopel’s “A year at the circus: inside Trump’s White House”, Adam Rutherford talking about his book “How to argue with a racist”, Paul Dolans challenging discussion of his book “F**k the narrative”, William Dalrymple talking about his book “The Anarchy” detailing the original Mega corp that was too big to fail – The East India Company, including how the British Government ended up colonising India and our largely untaught shameful colonial past. On the more light hearted end of the scale there was Natalie Haynes with Chris Riddell for a live drawing of Troy Story; Allie Esiri, Helena Bonham Carter and Dominic West performing “A journey through a year of Shakespeare” and with Sandy Toksvig closing the festival in her own inimitable way.

You can still find the listing for the events on their website and for £10 you can sign up for the Hay player and access the recordings of all the events from the festival this year plus loads more content from other Hay festivals, including in other locations across the world. I am hoping that Hay Festival will use this experience to allow people to watch remotely in future.

An idea whose time has come (Victor Hugo)

It seemed oddly prescient that the talks which had the most impact on us were the ones about race, identity and the untaught and unacknowledged British past, given the turbulent week following the tragic death of George Floyd. It seems ridiculous that there would be any argument about Black Lives matters, but I have seen some of the most racist things I have ever read posted online and in response to the protests and demonstrations. Events have reminded me of my privilege and my power and I have been inspired to write a longer piece in response to this, but I am not finished with it yet. My journey into Hay had encouraged me to buy some books (but not from Amazon) and this week has added a few additional items to the list so I can educate myself.

If you, like me, are looking for information about what more you anti-racist actions you can take or how you can be a better ally the Hay player and Waterstones are showcasing works by black writers and artists as well as works on UK and US history in relation to race, colonialism etc. under the banner “Black Lives Matter”. There are a number of you tube and videos out there and amongst the most useful I found was this one from Joe.co.uk.

To quote the final thoughts in this video and lyrics from the musical Hamilton “this is not a moment, it’s a movement”

Stay safe, educate yourself and fight racism.

Anti-Racism protest – Bologna 6th June 2020

May 8, 2020

Sweet breath of freedom-ish

You will be pleased to know that this week sees a return to a more positive outlook. It finds us at the start of phase 2 of lockdown in Italy. This means exercise restrictions and park closures have been lifted. We are once again allowed to go out to exercise and we are fortunate enough to have a park on our doorstep.

A BBQ

I am not sure what it is but I just love eating al fresco. This might be because I was born in the summer and so quite a few birthdays have included eating outside over the years, however I don’t think that completely answers it. All the same BBQ and picnics are things that I am very likely to suggest in times of good weather, which we seem to be having at the moment. Usually I am put off by wasps or other creepy crawlies, but they don’t seem to be a problem in quite the same way here, which is absolutely fantastic. The weekend forecast looked good so we decided to have our first BBQ of the year on Saturday night. As usual Al cooked up a storm including making the burger buns as well as the burgers. I contributed some salads and we sat outside enjoying the view of the hill we would conquer on the Monday.

Gratitude

I am trying to stay positive and using meditation to help me deal with some of my feelings. I like the gratitude meditations because it’s good to be reminded of how much I have to be grateful for when things look bleak. At 8.30 on Sunday morning we were awoken by the apartment buzzer. It was the local police. There was a problem with the water and we needed to move our car so that the emergency team could access the pipes.

Al joined the other sleepy neighbours to move cars that have mostly not been started in two months and find another parking space in nearby streets. The percussion of street digging shortly afterwards ensured we gave up on going back to bed. With hindsight the words “water emergency” (albeit in Italian) and the plant machinery concert should have brought to mind the likely scenario. Needless to say, I was still amazed when I turned on the tap and nothing came out. For a fair amount of Sunday and again on Monday we were required to think about the fact that we did not have any water and make the necessary adjustments, giving us the opportunity to appreciate our usually constant supply and make sure we use it wisely. A timely reminder.

Out and about

One of the conditions of the lifting of restrictions is that you must wear a mask in shops and public areas. This was a problem as we didn’t have any and the ones I ordered (see pervious post) had not arrived yet. Al went to a pharmacy on Monday morning on the off chance and was able to get us some, which was a stroke of luck and one less thing to worry about.

It had been six weeks since we had been into the centre of Bologna. During this time our only trips out of the apartment had been solo expeditions to the local Meta (a small local supermarket similar to a Sainsbury’s express). This is the part of the routine that has the most terrifyingly apocalyptic feel; putting on the rucksack, gloving up, wrapping your face in a scarf, prepping to go out and take the risk of potentially, unwittingly, bringing the virus home. Now we were going to be able to go out for exercise too and that felt like real progress, but still also contained an element of fear and needing to be careful.

Villa Ghigi

One of the great things about this apartment is its location. We are 15 minutes walk from Piazza Maggiore, the heart of Bologna but also 5 minutes walk from the entrance to Villa Ghigi, gateway to the hills. We were excited about a much needed change in scenery and it was a no-brainer for us to head here on 4^th May, first day of lifted restrictions. The weather was glorious with blue skies and plenty of sun. We tramped up to the top of the nearest hill, from where you get a great view over Bologna.

It’s a beautiful time of year with many fruit trees in bloom of which there are a plentiful supply in the park. We were conscious that we hadn’t walked much for weeks, so we didn’t want to be over ambitious on our first outing. We used the main path up and then took a slightly different route down, including going past the Villa itself for the first time. There were other people out and about, but everyone was respecting social distancing. Being close to nature and in the noticeably fresh air was a great break from our routine and gave us a lot of optimism for what will come next.

One step at a time

Heartened by our Villa Ghigi experience and because of the new masks on Tuesday we decided to exercise by walking into Bologna. This was not quite as positive. We had, somehow, been under the impression that more stores would be open and there would be more people about. There were certainly some people about but it was quiet. There were short queues at the various food shops in Quadrilatero, but all other shops were closed. We had heard the market had re-opened so we headed for Mercato delle erbe. Unfortunately to access this you needed a mask and gloves, we had not brought gloves, so we went to some nearby supermarkets and pharmacies, but they were all sold out. As everything else was closed we decided to go back home, suitably chastened to remember that the restrictions were only just beginning to be lifted and we were not out of the Corona woods yet.

The bit at the end of He-Man where they give the moral of the story and all laugh with their hands on their hips.

All in all, it has been a good week. I have had my first BBQ of the year and exercised in Villa Ghigi. We now have masks so we can go out and enjoy the gradual lifting of restrictions. I’ve been reminded of natural beauty, being fortunate about where I live and the continuing talents of my husband. We have also been reminded that this will be a long road and we are only on the first step. It’s not time to run yet.

March 5, 2020

Carnevale and an Exhibition

Carnevale

Although I was aware of the Venice carnival, I was not aware of its connection to Lent or the fact that not only was this an Italian wide festival, but also quite a lot of the rest of Europe too. For around two weeks, certainly in Italy, there are Carnevale events culminating in a parade of some kind on Shrove Tuesday or Fat Tuesday as it is known in other places e.g. Mardi Gras in Spanish, Martedì Grosso in Italian. I had noticed carnival masks and coloured streamers going up in shops, seen signs for Carnevale as well as event specific delicacies in the Pasticceria windows. However, I was not sure what the celebration was for as it seemed too early for Easter. I asked someone who told me it was the festival before Lent. This information turned our Shrove Tuesday into the limpest of pancakes. WARNING! This is my understanding of Carnevale almost certainly containing wild inaccuracies, baseless assumptions and misunderstandings. Anyway, Carnevale is understood to be from the Italian word for meat Carne and vale which means without. This makes sense as a description for Lent or any other type of fasting. The English word Carnival is derived from this. There is something reassuringly human about that fact that around the world, in all cultures, any period of organised fast start and end with a bit of gluttony.

We had looked online and Bologna was holding its Carnevale dei Bambini (Carnival for children) parade on Sunday at 2.30, which was fortunate as Al had the day off. We decided to go and headed out with a plan to grab a slice of pizza or a piadina to eat while watching the parade. When we arrived, we noticed that there was a lot of confetti and streamers on the ground and we worried that we had somehow missed it. We walked up to where the parade was supposed to be and although there were loads of families with dressed up kids walking around no one seemed to be massing for an event or waiting for one or getting a good spot or any of the usual signs of imminent events happening. We walked the length of the road and at 2.15, having seen no sign of parade or parade watchers, we decided we must have made a mistake about the time and decided to get some lunch.

Lunch in the Mercato Delle erbe – Polpette e Crescentine

It can be difficult to get lunch after 2.00pm because many restaurants close at 3 or don’t open on Sundays. I had a mild cold so I was keen to sit down if we weren’t going to get a parade. We were close to Mercato Delle Erbe (The herb market). This usually has vegetable stalls in the centre with cafes, shops and bars around the edge. Because the market itself and many of the restaurants do not open on Sundays, those that do can extend into the unused space of neighbouring restaurants for the day.

Polpette e Crescentine is one such restaurant that doubles in size on a Sunday. It is often very busy so you might want to think about booking, which you can do through their website on this link. The staff are very friendly and the menu is available in English if you need that kind of thing. The menu also lists their suppliers and the traditional nature of the food. For the uninitiated Polpette (meatballs) and Crescentine (small roughly square bread pieces fried so they puff up and can be stuffed) are local specialities.

We ate here when we were newly arrived in Bologna and they introduced us to the delights of Friggione a local dish of tomato and onions that is usually served at room temperature. I’m not one for side dishes but I will make an exception for this, it is fabulous. More recently we had our first Crescentine here which for some reason we had not eaten before, although they are Bolognese. We had decided to start with a selection of local cooked and cured meats called Affettati misti (mixed slices) and to have the Crescentine with it. A colander of freshly fried Crescentine arrived with our meats and the idea is you break into the puffs and fill them with bits of meat, refolding them into bite sized pieces. They smell and taste similar to a savoury doughnut and were a delicious accompaniment. It was a fantastic discovery and something you probably can’t enjoy outside Bologna.

AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN and – MamBO temporary exhibition

After lunch, and disappointed that we had missed the parade, we went to an exhibition we wanted to see. This temporary exhibition is at the Bologna Museum of Modern Art (Mambo) and was part of Bologna Art Week, which I have written about previously. It was curated from the work of multiple international artists, but by far the stand out piece for me was “Bonjour 2015” by Ragnar Kjartansson. I was about to describe it and then I remembered I have the power of photos so here it is.

Yes, those are two real life people in the “set” who perform the same set of actions on a five-minute circuit. It is both beautiful and terrifyingly nihilistic at the same time. You are able to walk around the whole set, so the “performers” can be seen at all times. I have to be honest I admired their commitment to the performance although I was distracted by wondering how many hours they performed this for.

When we left the museum, we were disappointed to see even more confetti and streamers littering the place and it became clear that we had missed the Carnevale festivities for a second time in one day! I thought I might try and catch the Fat Tuesday events before work instead but this was not to be as unfortunately, even the lavish festivities of the Venice Carnevale were cancelled due to the sudden spread into Italy of the Corona Virus. Although Venice itself had no cases, it was deemed wise to avoid mass gatherings of people. The central and regional Italian governments took a robust approach to containment with Emilia Romagna, where Bologna is situated, deciding to close all schools, museums, churches and cinemas for a week as a precaution. This meant that there was no Carnevale parade on Fat Tuesday and MamBO, along with other museums, galleries and cinemas, was closed to the public too although they have made the exhibition available on a streamed service.