ABSTRACT
One evening during my fieldwork in Tuscany, 2 I was invited to a Senegalese dinner feast held in Prato. When we arrived we found that the food was (as far as I know) Senegalese, and so were its cooks, and even the DJ playing music. But most of the people eating were local Italians. They were people working in antiracist associations, local politicians and other social workers dealing with immigration. There were very few immigrants present, and even fewer from Africa, although the feast was organized by African activists and part of a series of events held every Friday. Each Friday a different immigrant group from a particular national origin would prepare a feast.
