"Speak for yourself, my dear little scholar, for I am here to eat some lovely eels..." "Blech!" Olivia decreed. "Gods, let's go find the Museum of the Roman Ship - I read that it features a near-intact cargo freighter dating back almost 2000 years! A shipment of boxwood trunks, lead votives, ceramics and..." "...pickled eels complete the display," Duke teased. "You're right, let's see the town, then have a frappy cappy and go find your Sufi monks," with which the duo followed an old stone path leading past the city's elegantly appointed 17th c. fish market, the Pescheria, intent on discovering something precious from the past. "This place is wonderful!" Duke exclaimed as he stuffed his mouth full of eel stewed in a spicy tomato sauce typical of the region. "Let's stay a week, what do you say, my sweet?" "I can't believe you are eating Medusa's children," Olivia quipped with a disapproving frown. "That's so...un-Versace, Domenico." "I'm Italian, darling, it's in my gene pool. I bet even Gianni Versace liked a good dish of eel! Look at the river Po, instead - isn't it romantic?" "I'll feel better as soon as we get to the Monastery - can you believe the Frappy Cappys of Comacchio actually dedicate their worship to the Black Madonna? I'm so glad that nice guard at the museum told us about Her - it's not mentioned anywhere in the travel guides."    Text Copyright © 1999 - 2005 cybersybils.com All rights reserved.