A passeggio

I love old Bari because every Sunday I go with my parents. I pass by that sweet shop that mother calls Mannarid, in front of the Cathedral and then we go to San Nicola which always seems to be waiting for us. Around I see many women who work outside their homes and make orecchiette (good!). I also eat them raw but just a few. Mom told me that when she was small with school she often went there, strolled through the alleys and the teacher told stories about who lived in that period.

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