Always Look For The Crown: A Prosciutto Pilgrimage To Parma
I have long suspected that the Italians keep the very best of everything for themselves and export the rest with a charming smile. Parma confirms it. You can buy Prosciutto di Parma in any decent British supermarket, and very nice it is too. Eating it here is something else. Here it is sliced in front of you by a man who regards a leg of ham the way a Genevan watchmaker regards a tourbillon. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même ham, as nobody in France has ever said.
Where Is Parma? The Little Capital Between Milan And Bologna
