It feels like whoever built Bovaconti looked at these old world streets and said, “You know, in 20 years, all this will be more modern, so why not start now?” Like the place wants to stake its claim on the new style that will inevitably get here. It’s like someone plucked it out of modern Scottsdale or San Diego and dropped it on a steel town in the late 40s. And yet, when you look closer, there’s more to the styling of this place than just “hip new coffee shop.”
I’ll tell you more of what I mean at Mile 135.