I went to mantova to see the works of leon battista alberti and giulio romano. The city is extraordinarily Shakespearean. It is surrounded by three lakes: superiore, medio and yes inferiore. Jogging in the morning by the lungolago was a sublime experience. Fog semi covered the city and from the towers of the old gonzaga’s palace crows flew screaming. This is a city with no pigeons.
In this restaurant I ate spaghetti with donkey meat. Also a superlative experience. somehow i felt this apparent cruelty very stoft compared with the immaginable old fierce machieavellian rule of the state . Walking at night slightly drunk accompanied only by furtive shadows of capuletos a fell in in love with this almost forgotten city.