It was a Saturday in October, 23 to be precise, the mysterious protagonist of our story had met in Venice center, marathon, to be confused with ordinary runners get there from everywhere, but any attempt to camouflage had collapsed before the ill-concealed excitement, and our soon took possession of the Expo arousing curiosity and puzzled looks from group photos and hubbub soon became the real attraction of evening.
Then, Once formalities are completed and have satisfied a retired marathoner that at all costs wanted to be photographed with them, the group split, but the core would then be found for the rite to be performed at the temple to art chosen by our local contact . So all of the temple, where, through the magic slate Master of frantically consult the oracle forecast for the next day, but the dire predictions push us to take refuge in food, so, in this gloomy night of the month of October, a bunch of senseless destroys all the food pre-race theories, who ordered pizza and salami piccante, chi un dolce ammazza fegato, chi addirittura non rinuncia ad un bell'amaro iperalcolico, tutte scelte che verranno inaspettatamente premiate la mattina successiva in barba ai nutrizionisti di fama mondiale, mentre la visita pastorale del Bress e del Tosto , venuti da lontano per il solo piacere della compagnia mette il sigillo a questa magnifica serata...il resto รจ storia nota, per cui lascio la parola alle immagini! (Qui il link all'album!)
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