BASSIGNANA, AN OLD VILLAGE CLOSE TO THE RIVER
The day dawned on the smells of Bassignana. It was a pungent foggy morning after several days of intense rain. The iron-damp odor of the flood land along the River Po pervaded the five or six streets of two-storey buildings, whose massive wooden doors stood open at this hour and whose muddy courtyards reeked of barn animals.
Goffredo Morelli was unloading wooden cheese molds from a cart in front of his shop. They were for toma rounds, which most people in town ate for dinner at good times and lamented the lack of when the times were bad. He was hurrying, mindful that it was time for his young cheeses to be removed from their forms and over-night liquid; then put back upside down.
Bassignana - Photos by Paolo Pochettino
Goffredo Morelli was unloading wooden cheese molds from a cart in front of his shop. They were for toma rounds, which most people in town ate for dinner at good times and lamented the lack of when the times were bad. He was hurrying, mindful that it was time for his young cheeses to be removed from their forms and over-night liquid; then put back upside down.
Bassignana - Photos by Paolo Pochettino
