the Giro d’Italia isn’t just about a bunch of blokes on bikes swishing by wearing startling pastel-coloured cycling kits. (Aside from the black-clad Team Sky, who look like a squad of hired assassins).

You’d need a heart of granite not be charmed by the Hoopoe – a bird so endearing that if it didn’t already exist, Disney would have to invent it.

Don’t bother with salads, spuds or other accompanying veggies that might get in the way of this taste experience. In truth, just a chunk of good, fresh, crusty bread is really all you need.

And probably a large glass of Abruzzo Cerasuolo.