Fosca, the girl who arranged for me to stay with her in Pren, took me to Feltre for an artisanal fair. We met some of her friends and had a glass of wine. I asked the bartender for something local, and he gave us some prosecco. As we were sitting outside drinking our bubbly, I noticed a De Bacco sign in the window.
It is a wine – and a sparkling one at that.
She told me it was a shame I was only in Belluno such a short time, and decided to ask her friends if any knew a Bellotto or a De Bacco. One said he had a friend with the surname De Bacco and told us to call him. We did, and he said we might be related, but that he’d have to ask his dad. He said he’d call us back in the morning.
Another of her friends told me there was a grocer in Pedavena named De Bacco, a bakery too.
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