ABSTRACT
From a passing farm cart drawn by two white oxen (or often white milk-cows) a voice may call ‘Buon appetito!’ There is a road that had been called the Street of the Cart, very suitably because it is just wide enough for a cart to pass through walls of almost etruscan masonry, which are even built in places on actual etruscan walls. ‘Sophisticated’ wine in italian does not mean smart wine nor refined wine; it means a mixture of local third-class grapes brought up to the alcoholic-content-grade the Italians insist on, with wine of more strength than flavour sent from the South in demijohns. The trattoria was kept by a lady from the Romagna, country of Maresa’s family, where the eating is among the best in Italy. The son of the proprietor of the evening bar was a tall and handsome youth with a passion for reading.
