Festa del Pescegatto in Mossano
One of those times that was prettier than a postcard or a Hollywood version on film.
Yes. We sat under the vines.
Yes. We were among mostly Italians, with no tourists.
Yes. It was pretty cool.
Yes. We ate catfish.
No. It was nothing like the catfish we all grew up eating in Louisiana.
It didn't matter.
Italy, in the middle of a vineyard, & vino and laughter with friends & family.
What a lovely night!
pescegatto = catfish