There is nothing so medieval—or divine—than a pig roasting on a spit. For those of you who have an aversion to cooking an animal that hasn’t been hacked up by kids just out of high school and stuffed into a Styrofoam tray so that you can’t actually tell what it is without an intimate knowledge of animal anatomy, you might not want to scroll down to view the image. On the other hand, the experience could be like car crashes; nobody ever admits stopping to look at one, but everyone does.
(You peeked, didn’t you? This divine creature was part of the Fosdinovo medieval festival, although whether he knew it or not is open to debate.)