Postcard from Ferrara, Italy: The magnetic pull of cemeteries

Taking a little sabbatical in the midst of writing the final chapter of a book about the families living around the Coker Settlement, an assignment that has me digging, figuratively speaking, through the graveyard for long-buried clues about their lives.

So where did we accidentally wind up on our first day in Italy trying to walk off the fog from staying awake all night to fly across the ocean? A cemetery.

A beautiful, parklike cemetery with acres and acres of Renaissance-style arcades and mausoleums. The grounds of Certosa di Ferrara originally belonged to a Carthusian monastery founded in 1461, but the monks found their compound within the walls of Ferrara when Ercule d’Este, now resting there, expanded and fortified the city in 1492. The final blow, however, was delivered by Napoleon when he confiscated all church lands at the end of the 1700s.

With such wonderful names engraved there  – Chiavissimo Zabardi, known for his austere ideals and honest work before he died in 1910; Achille Valli, an early publicista who departed this world in 1915; Illuminata and Giuseppe Solovagione, with their photos perched atop a whole family tree of their descendants who later joined them – I could have wandered for hours wondering about their stories.

Yet, this was our first day in Italy. How could I spend it among the dead?

So the Mister tugged gently on my arm, and we left to begin exploring the more vibrant areas of Ferrara in Emilia Romagna, Italy.

Cemeteries are such peaceful places, but, after all, we will have much more time than we desire to spend in one later. Much later, I hope.

Postcard from Oaxaca, Mexico: Hasta la vista….

This random assemblage is the final souvenir from our month-long sojourn in Oaxaca….

We’ll be back….

Postcard from Oaxaca, Mexico: Final restaurant round-up

Rooftop restaurants in Oaxaca are so seductive because, aside from the churches, the scale of the architecture is low. The views are of the streetscape below and the colorful tile domes silhouetted against mountainous backdrops.

Mezquite Gastronomia y Destilado fits in that category, plus, the menu is appealing and mezcal cocktails are refreshing. The amuse bouche of elote esquisito leaves you wondering if you could simply order a huge bowl. The appetizer of chunky guacamole was way more than the two of us could finish, but so good we did try. An ahi tuna tostada was perfect for a warm afternoon, and the cochinita pibil sandwich is a hearty meal. Seafood topping linguini was fresh and plentiful, and the coconut flan dessert with a mezcal sauce disappeared quickly.

The open second floor of Tr3s 3istro overlooks the zocolo, perfect for people-watching. The noises from the enormous public square below can be overwhelming, but only for the jaded. Mexicans tend to sit in the back of the restaurant to avoid the noise, freeing up the ringside seats for those of us wanting to take in the ever-changing scene. The service at Tr3s is polished and professional, but, for some reason, we ordered two salmon dishes. The fillets were cooked perfectly, but seemed so boring in comparison to everything else we had been eating. Our fault, not the restaurant’s. Definitely think it is worth visiting and ordering something more Oaxacan. And, there’s the perk of that plaza perch.

Mexita Restaurante, on the other hand, is out of the main tourist zone. One of our favorite things about this Italian restaurant is that the chef makes his own red wine. The arugula salads are always fresh and come in three sizes; the smallest one is enough for two. The seafood topping one pizza was so good, but it completely turned the center of the pie to soup. The house pizza loaded with arugula and blanketed with prosciutto, though, was perfect.

El Destilado Tapas Bar and Restaurant is known for its multi-course dinners of small plates, which we did not have an opportunity to experience. The huge portion of ceviche we tried at lunch time at the mezcal bar was quite fresh and flavorful.

Pilar Cabrera of Restaurante La Olla has been offering cooking classes at Casa de los Sabores for years. We opted for simply getting waited on and fed at La Olla. Had not expected the chiles pasillas rellenos in tacos to be fried, but the deeply complex flavors of chiles pasillas stand up to batter much better than fresh poblanos. The fish was good, but the stars of the meal were tender, grilled pulpo tostadas.

El Morocco Restaurante provides a total change of pace. Caramelized onions topping many of the couscous dishes add a whole different dimension of flavor to them.

La Popular is indeed popular, but I got off to a bad start there. Part of its reputation rests upon it salads and vegetables, particularly grilled eggplant. None were listed on the blackboard. I asked if there were any salads, and the waitress simply said “no.” Vegetables? She again said “no” with no other explanation. So I moved onto other choices. The Mister raved about his torta, but the shrimp quesadillas were completely flavorless. The nicely provided condiments perked them up considerably, but, after so many extremely great rustic corn tortillas elsewhere, these were simply wimps. Right after our dishes were served, handsome salads started appearing at tables around us. When asked about them, the waitress said the kitchen did not offer them until 3 p.m. So, maybe give La Popular a try, but don’t go in at 2:45; wait until 3 p.m.

El Pochote Organic Market in the Xochimilco neighborhood was two blocks from our apartment in Oaxaca. The Friday and Saturday market is patronized more for its food booths than quantities of fresh produce. There are ample tables in the shade, but we tended to pick up tamales wrapped in banana leaves and chickpea-and-greens frittatas for later meals at home. On Fridays, El Pochote seems to attract mainly ex-pats, but Saturdays bring out local families. Shopping certainly is enhanced by the mezcal tastings offered by two of the market’s vendors.

Hope the earlier posts and this help you plan your agenda in Oaxaca.