Bologna is another terribly old, beautiful terra cotta tiled Italian Città with miles and miles of portico covered walkways, the oldest University in the world, the famous other twin towers of Asinelli and Garisenda, the best ice cream on the planet, and a delightful habit of covering the external sides of their windows with red colored canvas curtains, so that the whole town looks put to bed by a doting and fussy mother.
We mostly walked and window shopped, stopped in churches and ate. WE ate first at Columbiana, which featured haute Bolognese cuisine. It was steps behind the Art Hotel di Commercianti, where we stayed in Junior Vaninni, the same suite where Sting spent two weeks one time, thus said the clerk. It was great and the cured meats appetizer was the best I had ever had. It was recommended to be paired with a Spumanti style light red, and it was perfect.
We walked to the University and that part of town was quite tagged and more rugged than the nicer part of town that we frequented, the one with Gucci and Hermes stores and the good gelato.