As if a day at one of their spiritual homes
with the tifosi wasn't Italian enough,
we ambled up to the Old Town in search
of food and drink. Predictably we found
a charming maze of backstreets and piazza,
and finally settled down to a fine selection of
pasta and ice-cream in the Old Square.
To round the day off, the old chap from the
museum started up each of the Ferraris in
turn to trundle them back to their resting place
until next year.
An exquisite cacophany indeed.

Through the backstreets
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Vintage Ferraris in Old Imola
Square after the race
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A substantial building
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