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On account of, since Thursday night, a work Christmas party (cava, cocktails, wine, cocktails), a friend's party (champagne, champagne, champagne), a pre-Christmas dinner with friends (prosecco, red wine, port) and a pub quiz (beer), I feel like I ought to let my liver have a little rest.

On the other hand, the pre-Christmas dinner has left me with half a bottle of quite nice red wine that it would be a shame to waste. And the dinner has also left me with enough leftovers that I won't be cooking again for a while, and there is no space in the freezer to put the nice stew or something I could make with the wine.

I hate waste. Then again, I'd probably hate liver damage as well.

[Poll #1948315]

So, as referenced a few times in recent posts, I went to take part in the carnival run by La Lachera di Rocca Grimalda. I followed the Questua (which translates, apparently, as approximately "the Quest"). I did not, as I claimed, follow a Questura (which translates as "police station"). Italian is not my strong suit.

So, Friday...

( Travelling there... )

Incidentally, if anyone fancies a break in rural North Italy I can't recommend Cascina Maddalena highly enough. Bed-and-breakfast-and-vineyard, it has beautiful, simple rooms, the most amazingly hospitable and helpful hostess I've ever encountered, and gorgeous views of mountains.

( Sausage bunting. Confusion. Wine. )

(I apologise for the lack of pictures - I'm so unbearably old-school that my photos are still trapped on those little celluloid roll things.)