I got to Verona when it was still quiet, a day in advance. Paying my visit to a sick friend, what a contrast. The city was sunny, calm, green, not truly “heaven” but at least quite a decent shot of the “Romeo&Juliet” postcard the local administration would like to pass by. 

The following day was another story. The following day was the beginning of “Vinitaly 2012”. It sounds cheerful, doesn’t it? “Vinitaly”. Not so. It’s a mammoth, it’s a fierce win-a-thon where a “pavillion” is more like a KLM hangar fully loaded of stands and stalls, big and small, BIIIIIIIIG and small, HUUUUUGE and small, ENOOOOORMOUS and small. That sort of thing.

I love good wine, I switched to it many years ago, never went back. I don’t care how much a bottle costs, but how good it is.