Pretty rich that Dash’s joint ran a screed on tourists ruining Bologna just after we were there and met a shopkeeper who said the Chamber of Commerce was reveling in having gotten the NYT (and Forbes) over to hype it as an undiscovered destination. We’re pretty proud that we realized the first mortadella cafe we saw was bogus. But then we’d only gone cuz it was one of the few big cities in Italy we hadn’t eaten our way through (NatGeo and travel and corporate photography gigs were once a thing, alone with workshops). And we have a longtime friend who lives there who shared a spreadsheet of restaurants. And, and while we stayed in an amazing Airbnb in a superb location, I did feel for the locals…
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14 fewer batches of gingerbread men to hang
Every morning I wonder about the inevitable “Obama Fail” headlines when the guy who volunteered to helm the Titanic is doing so much. Now I have an inkling why. Apparently the Chimp and his Lump in the Bed always treated the Panchitos of the press corpse to a huge preview of the White House party fare for the endless and necessary holiday receptions. The Os do not. Revenge must be served hot every morning.