One of the colourful women behind the previous portrait has a preference for Ferrara and she advised Susanne and me to stop there on our journey and to go to a certain restaurant. When we arrived, it was closed and so were the other restaurants nearby. It was August and obviously the people had gone out of town. We ran across a single passerby who was pushing his bicycle and I asked him where the locals went for a meal. He explained how lucky we were to just ask him as he was a famous gourmet critic and wrote for an equally famous newspaper. He showed us to a place which we would not have chosen by the look of it. He explained that it was by far the best restaurant belonging to a best friend, and he ushered us in, he puffed off, but as a matter of fact, everything there was far from being the best.
oil on canvas, streched on a canvaswrapped woodden frame