Last week Sarie and I went to the small town of Rovigo in the Veneto region. It’s almost all the way to Venice. The buildings were brighter than in Torino, the accent was a little different, most of the menus had seafood with bigoli (thick spaghetti), and there were unlocked bicycles everywhere.

We went for a violin competition, the Premio Nazionale delle Arti.  We went in order to see and meet some good Italian violinists, and that’s exactly what happened.  Sarie made friends with the other girl who went from the Conservatorio G. Verdi Torino and now they’re scheming to do concerts together.  That alone was worth the trip.

And we had a little time to walk around and take some photos.


In other news today, we had our appointment at the questura and everything went well.  I felt like a child feels after getting out of one of those doctor appointments in which they have to get vaccines. That wasn’t so terrible!  I think going to the patronato helped.


6 thoughts on “Rovigo

  1. Laura, I simply love this post. What I wouldn’t give to ride a bike through the streets of Rovigo. What an exquisite palate of colors–I can’t decide which photo is my favorite. I do have a few questions: What is the market in the first picture? What seafood/pasta dishes did you enjoy? What is the citadel like building in the fifth picture? I am so pleased that it was a successful trip for Sarie providing her the opportunity to befriend the other violinist. And also thrilled that you survived the trip to the questura. Onward and upward!

    1. Hi, Barbara! We were just talking about your family at lunch today–among other things, about approaching birthdays.

      I kept saying the same thing as you about the cyclists: I want a junk bike!

      Let’s see: The market is a typical street market, like every Italian city has. They often sell food, clothing (like Lydia bought), and kitchen supplies. This one is in the main piazza of the town.

      I think my favorite thing that I ate was tastasale, which seems to be a kind of ground sausage served with bigoli (the thick spaghetti). And during that same meal, the other violinist’s dad had a clever calamari pasta with mussels. That is, the pasta was shaped like calamari. Clever!

      The tower is indeed part of the original town citadel. There are two towers left in that spot, plus a ruined wall, and there are also several old gates still standing at various points around the city, now with streets running through them and neighborhoods beyond, and the walls themselves have now been replaced with buildings. (Does that make sense? It doesn’t sound clear to me.)

      And yes, I was very pleased about the questura being straightforward! We have to go back in about a month to pick up the permesso cards, but that’s usually relatively painless as far as immigration appointments go, too. Now for health care!

      Ciao, ciao!

  2. I really enjoyed this post, too– and your response to Barbara’s interesting questions as well! I’m glad the appointment at the questura went well and that you enjoyed the trip. How do you travel to places like these? Car? Train? Other? Oh, and of course I always really enjoy reading about your experiences with the food there. 🙂

    1. Hi, Susan! Usually we go by train. But in this case, we got lucky and got a car ride back! (And made friends and got in some extra Italian practice.)

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