In 2014, I moved to Milan. To be frank, I didn’t know much about Northern Italy. Just a few trips here and there, nothing more. I had always preferred other destinations. But I was aware of the famous River Po, the 652 km stretch of water that cuts Italy into two parts, geographically and culturally.
As a newcomer, I decided to start driving along the banks of the river, reaching the end of it, just where it meets the sea: the river delta is pretty huge. Once immersed in that land, I fell in love with the territory. It was not Italy for me: it just reminded me of all those American movies I had watched, the music I had listened to and the books I had read. I started going back again and again until in the end, I met a fisherman who decided to be my guide, to show me around and tell a whole load of stories about the place.
Once on a foggy day, I came across a very peculiar bar with a huge hedge just in front of it. I took a photograph and went on. I didn’t really know where I was and never saw that bar again on my future explorations. On the very last trip, I made myself a promise: I would find that bar. During one of the last days I was on the road, I recognised the canal that led to that bar and found it at last. Its name happened to be Blue Bar. At the end, every journey is about searching for something.
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