They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty, in itself, exists regardless. It doesn’t need to be viewed. Unlike Enzo’s creations. They most definitely do. Rare beauties to behold.
The number nine brakes. Stops within revving distance of the Ferrari Museum. The busy thoroughfare we step out onto is dominated by modern high rise buildings. They scream Maserati from their high walls. Takes us by surprise. Shouldn’t have. We’re in Modena. Home of the two super-car giants.
We step into drooldreamland. A fascinating history of the making of the man, his desires, his designs. Presented and displayed, so that three hours whizz by faster than a Portofino.
The interior as stylish as the exhibits.
Mr S is thinking ‘House/car? ‘House/car? ‘House/car? . . .
The separate engine display houses a phenomenal array. Complemented with a series of videos that clearly demonstrate the workings and innovations that beat under every bonnet.
Sadly we leave – shirt, purse, wallet, credit cards, Beastie and home still in our possession. Go check out Modena. It’s a beautifully built and maintained city. Architectural delights hide around almost every corner.
Modena is famous for more than just cars. Home grown Balsamic Vinegar widely sold at prices usually associated with fine wines. Luciano born and died here too.
