Driving into Modena, home of Italian supercars, was fantastic because we saw a white, sleek and fast Murcielago on the road! It came and went too quickly for photos. But there was a black one which we were able to follow into a parking lot thanks to truck that had pulled out in front of it. It was a kichenwares truck – see how useful cuisine can be? We left just in front of it, and the driver was nice enough to put on a show for us. It only lasted a second as he passed us, but it was a full sensory array of sight and sound with a wind of emotion. Excellent.

Elliott and Sterling went to the Lamborghini factory tour the next morning. Cameras were confiscated for the tour, which was of the 12 station assembly plant in a huge, white, clean facility. But they did get their cameras back for the finished product. Below is a concept car.
I went to learn about Balsamic vinegar from Giorgio and Giovanna Barbieri in Modena. As is the tradition, real balsamic vinegar is made in private homes, is tightly controlled by regulations and specifications. When I entered the house, the aroma hit me in the face and permeated their whole house. The attic was spotless and contained rooms of barrels in sets of 5 or seven. Giovanna explained that each girl in the family has a set of precious barrels bought for her when she is born and this has traditionally been her dowry. Their daughter, Carlotta, is about to turn 21 and her first 25 year vinegar is about to mature soon.

The vinegar is started in the first barrel, and left to mature for a summer and winter with various degrees of change in temperature. It sits and then goes through several years of cycles of evaporation and maturation, topping off the barrels with the newer vinegar from the barrel before it until the finished product is left in the last one, after 25 years. I did get to taste, and buy!
Then I went in search of the Modena Synagogue which has a significant history. It was built between 1869 and 1873 and, like other synagogues of the period, was intended as a celebration of Jewish emancipation until the anti-Semitic laws imposed by the Fascist regime in 1938 brought a new round of persecution.

The Ghetto that occupied the square is now gone and I am sure that most of the people having a coffee in the Piazza Mazzini are unaware of where they sit.

We met back up for lunch at the Ferrari complex where we bummed around, following employees into the less obvious corners, listening for the pitch of an approaching super car, taking photos in the parking lots and getting as close to the main factory entrance, test track and other forbidden areas as possible.


Once, when we stopped to climb on the roof of our car to peak over a fence at the test track (below), a scary looking little old Italian lady with a rake in her hand started to leave her garden after us. It was time to go!

There were many illegally parked Ferraris in the neighborhood and museum parking lot. A good bet they won’t get a ticket.