A whole, real wheel down at the local IGA supermarket. Foto is a bit blurry—I sometimes feel a bit weird taking fotos of things like that, expecially when I’m wearing my tracksuit. I remember seeing a doco about someone travelling around northern Italy and whole, good quality Parmesan cheese wheels like this are treated like currency there. They were keeping them in the bank vault.
As an adjunctive sidenote, I lost all my Hipstamatic iphone camera presets. One of the hidden pain-in-the-arses of moving countries is that if you have an iphone then you pretty much need to change to the new country’s appstore, but to keep getting updates for apps, you then need to delete and re-download them from the current appstore. I spent the whole afternoon yesterday doing that.