Italian leftovers

After returning from ten days in Italy this summer I found myself with the usual memory card full of photos, many of which didn’t make the cut for the family blog report, so I thought I’d dump some of them here in no particular order. Yay for sloppy, half-assed summer blogging!

First up, baby food. We stopped off in a supermarket to pick up some omogeneizzati (meat purée). Notice how they make no effort to disguise the cuteness and appeal of the thing you’re about to eat. I mean, I assume that the picture on the left represents the ingredient and the one on the right is the intended recipient…

And if your child’s feeling hungry enough to eat a horse:

Also, why don’t they put a picture of a pig on the ham flavour?

Off to the other end of the age spectrum. During a visit to a local cemetery to see a grandparent’s grave, we noticed this family tomb with two spaces already set aside for people still very much alive, awaiting only the addition of a death date and photo. Imagine visiting a lost loved one’s final resting place and seeing your spot there waiting for you.

Genoa always seems to have interesting grafiti. Much of it is anarcho-punk and very political, but often there’s a trend for one particular style of image or motif. This summer it was this one:

Look, there’s another one.

On Elba we visited an art gallery where we’d bought a couple of pictures on a previous visit. I liked this frame, but I think I’d probably change the photo inside before putting it on my own mantlepiece.

I also coveted these:

And either of these two. Then the owner told us that they cost 200 Euro…

Just before leaving Elba we stopped for a quick lunch. The food was simple but hearty fare, and the place was run by an entertaining old couple who constantly bickered as we ordered, contradicting each other about what was available.

His apron should give you an idea of what a classy restaurant this is.

During the 2000 election campaign Silvio Berlusconi distributed to every household in Italy a large, glossy, heavily illustrated book about his life and accomplishments called Una storia italiana. We still have our copy at home and it’s the source of much amusement, especially the part where, in order not to offend conservative Catholics, he glosses over the fact that he once got divorced by saying that his relationship with his first wife at a certain point “was transformed into a sincere friendship”. Now, perhaps aware that his popularity needs a boost (one of his key political allies recently abandoned him), he’s released “We Love Silvio”, a sort of greatest hits complitation of photos of himself as the “protagonist” of key recent historical events. Interestingly this time it’s not free, but costs 9.90 Euro.

And if you photos aren’t enough, you could also sing along with the official electoral campaign song “Thank goodness for Silvio”:

A face in the street.

And finally, one of the starters we had at our restaurant on Elba: octopus carpaccio. Not overwhelmingly tasty, but it looked pretty on the plate.