Words + Photography by Luke Alland, using Leica's Q2 Reporter.
I probably led you down the garden path with the article name, as this is more about the city than the pasta dish. What's worse is that I myself didn't even realise that arguably the most bastardised of any Italian dish comes from the city... of the same name. It was only after two spritz' and walking around town that I put two and two together. I don't claim to know everything, but honestly, it's one of those things that once you know, you should pretend you always knew.
Bologna, or the Red City, is much like any Italian city. Its small, winding streets and yellow stone-washed buildings are a staple across the country, but normally there’s at least something discerning about the city proper. I expected it to be something that it isn't, but in fairness, I'm not sure what that something was ever supposed to be.
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