an arcade view of a lone bikerider on the quiet morning streets of Bologna

…are the unique pleasures of this city which you can traverse from one side to the other within the sheltering vaults and alongside the rhythm of the columns which are constantly changing style from one arcade to the next – and how super that the most superlative architectural space of city is comprised of almost 40km of continuous semi-enclosed living-room like runways for public ambulation, and what ever else the locals feel like doing there – but it is also worth noting that I see more bikers here than any Italian town I have visited (I actually get strange looks while riding my bike around Rome – but maybe that’s just me?), and I also remember it as being the Italian home of all of the cool-young-scrappy-counter-cultural-hippie-rebels in this town of the oldest university (est. 1088) – but not much sign of them these days.