A pinkish city compared to Bologna’s reds and ochres, Ferrara is where Copernicus studied. I guess we should all be thankful for that; not that it would change the facts, but enlightenment never hurts.
Virtually everyone rides a bike in Ferrara. It’s flat, there is nowhere to park and the city is small. Lined against buildings, in the centers of piazze, these bicycles, almost without exception, are the classic upright, single speed (many with no hand brakes), armed with baskets and sporting covers of one kind or another for protection against the spokes. Skirts in particular don’t mix well with spokes. Some bikes have supple leather seats and wrapped handles, others barely making it. I think the theory that people look like their dogs, might also apply to bicycles.
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