Home Again & the Fivizzano Market

Baby, it’s cold outside. Our first night home in the Lunigiana, gushing water meter fixed thanks to Francesca and Armando, they who know who to call always, recalcitrant pellet stove coaxed to start (finally, after ministrations of an hour or so). Then dinner: roast chicken, roast cauliflower, roast potatoes, all calculated to keep the oven blasting away. Floor tiles cold as a Republican.

Fivizzano market day. Stinging rain, a man in orange courageously picking tree branches off the road, medieval piazza normally packed with vans and vendors curiously devoid of all but two favorite stands, one vegetable, one fish. So dinner: persico and porri, perch and leeks.

Market reminds me of the Twilight Zone episode where a man notices floor 13 marked on the elevator index, a surprise, he’s never seen it before so he punches the button out of curiosity. It’s an empty floor save a single display case with a single, jeweled object in it—exactly, EXACTLY, the one he’s been searching for. Oddness ensues.

A stop at the Bar Pasticceria Ricci to bellow ciao and have a sheet of mortadella strung between slices of focaccia. They heat it for me. Hurray. It warms my hands deliciously, the olio oozing from the bread a balm.

All in all, it’s good to be home. Oddness be damned. Where are these flies coming from?

Home Again & the Fivizzano Market originally appeared on WanderingItaly.com , updated: Mar 01, 2011 © .

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