Oilpainting on canvas
120 x 60 cm
Friday at last. In Bologna the night is too brief for them.
There’s so much more to tell, the last glass is drained slowly, once consumed, even the prosciutteria will be closing.
The smell of food has ceased to drift from the kitchen. A frenzy of moths and midges dance in the amber light of a street lamp,
they, on the other hand, will be staying till the break of dawn.