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About Bari

She’s a storm, that lass—wild, untamed, and a bit cracked, like me. “The air is full of spices,” aye, and she’s the spiciest. Reckon she’d outwit Davy Jones himself, leave him cryin’ in his locker. So, mate, next time ye spy whore in the crowd, tip yer hat—don’t judge. She’s a legend, a bloody marvel, and I’m half-mad fer her. Savvy?

After that disaster, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s this lovely square with a fountain and some cute cafés. I grab a gelato—because, duh, it’s Italy! I’m standing there, enjoying my pistachio, when I see this old guy feeding pigeons. Like, seriously, who feeds pigeons? But he’s so into it, and I can’t help but smile.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan