Fiumicino

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In March 2022, I took my Mom to Italy. We flew into Rome from Chicago and spent our first night in Fiumicino, the town by the airport, getting over the jet lag before taking the train south to begin a trip that would work its way back north. On March 19, we walked around town on a gray afternoon, stopped in at a grocery store, and had spaghetti carbonara for dinner.
Photos from Fiumicino
3 A quiet crossroads in Fiumicino on a gray afternoon: a four-story yellow apartment building with brown shutters behind a small roundabout paved with mosaic patterns, a blue car and a red car, direction signs and street lamps, a zebra crossing, and bare trees along the street to the right.
A quiet street corner in Fiumicino.
A crate of long Corallina salami from Norcia, their powdery white casings wrapped in plastic with price labels, one cut to show the dark red meat, below red boxes of Balocco MiniColomba, the dove-shaped cakes Italians eat at Easter.
Salami from Norcia and colomba cakes for Easter at a grocery store.
A neat nest of spaghetti carbonara in a wide white bowl, coated in a glossy egg-yolk sauce and flecked with black pepper, topped with crisp pieces of cured pork and a scattering of grated cheese, with the tines of a fork at the edge.
Spaghetti carbonara for dinner, on our first night in Italy.
