Comarò
(June 2023)
In the North of Italy, there is a little town called Castelfranco Veneto.
There’s a castle with a moat, tower bells, guard towers with trees growing on top, even a little river.
It’s a very small town, you can walk through all of it in about an hour or so.
In the middle of the castle, there is the duomo (the main church of the town), and almost directly across is Comarò, a cute little bar owned by a nice lady, Irene, and operated by a staff of nice ladies.
An Italian bar is an institution.
A place of gathering, meeting, and entertainment.
It’s a hybrid between a café, a coffee shop, a deli and a bar.
It’s where you go to have your morning espresso and brioche breakfast while you read your newspaper. You can come back for lunch and sit for hours and read or watch a game or play cards. The staff will remember your name and your favorite order.
One evening whilst meeting some friends at Comarò, I asked Irene if I could paint the curved lime-green wall at the entrance.
"Fai tutto quello che vuoi", replied Irene.
And so, I spent a week painting the wall while Irene, her mom and her staff fed me loads of brioches and tramezzini.
