Jazz on Piazza Maggiore, Bologna's main square.
It's a beautiful day, there's a trio of bohemian boys playing some amazing guitar licks and in the Basilica de San Domenico behind me, the fifth largest in the world, there is an angel sculpted by Michelangelo and an organ once played by Mozart. And everyone is spending the morning just like any other Saturday - stopping for fresh produce in the Quadrilatero market, taking pictures of their kids frolicking, drinking coffee at the caffe, running into friends and taking time to chat and catch up, basking in the spring sun. In Italy, to be touched by such history, to be surrounded by such architecture, to be endowed by such art, is so normal, so everyday. It's not taken for granted, but it is what it is.
Basilica de San Domenico - a grande dame of grandeur.
How nice, then, to never have to take a vacation from the everyday.
The Quadrilatero, Bologna's cobblestoned grid of streets with fresh produce stands, has plenty of colorful characters.
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