Stay in the same spot,
Thoreau wisely wrote,
And each face of the town
Will show itself by turns.
Sitting Still
20 Thursday Sep 2018
Posted Travel
in20 Thursday Sep 2018
Posted Travel
inStay in the same spot,
Thoreau wisely wrote,
And each face of the town
Will show itself by turns.
19 Wednesday Sep 2018
Posted Travel
inNo one who stepped out at noon had any reason to expect the thunder roll.
Yet before we had returned from lunch the darkening sky had taken its toll.
19 Wednesday Sep 2018
Posted Travel
inNo one, least of all my Impatience, gladly suffers through an illness.
Yet when the gods of travel let it happen, that only makes it worse.
19 Wednesday Sep 2018
While on the other hand, what Rebecca cannot help herself from noticing
Is that, in all this heat, these sharp boots are obviously made for talking.
19 Wednesday Sep 2018
Italian T-shirts, so often spoken in English, are nothing to write home about.
Yet for the Red and Black one this morning I would open my bank account.
18 Tuesday Sep 2018
Posted Art
inFor such a small and unheralded town, Spoleto has a long and rich history.
Much there is worthy of study. But as far as the city of today is concerned,
Spoleto is the Umbrian hill town that remade itself by investing in the arts.
Or, more precisely, it might be said that Gian Carlo Menotti remade the city.
And if the truth be told, Gian Carlo set out to remake Lucca in the first place.
But we were headed toward another piece of the puzzle before truth broke in.
Each year, if we are lucky, we find a new artist. Ground rule double: a local one.
The third requirement, to fit in our suitcase, has us stumped with this discovery.
The medium, to be revealed here below, is more than just a little bit recalcitrant.
The name of the artist is Luigi Piccioni. As often the case, we chatted at length.
Hanging on to each unfamiliar word, we pieced together the puzzle between us.
Using our phone apps to fill in the gaps, we figured out how he paints on metal.
18 Tuesday Sep 2018
Sundays, with family and food as their centerpiece, most folks stay indoors.
Yet the tantalizing aromas of basic Italian fare climb with us up the stairs.
It scarcely takes a genius to capture the pollo cacciatore upon a serving plate.
Much less a rank impressionist to fill in the details of what else the family ate.
17 Monday Sep 2018
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inWith some luck, back home, I have an interior shot on this stage set.
Doors wide open reveal a lush garden commensurate with the stars.
Ever since that visit in 2013, however, it has always been locked up.
Today, on the way to the bank, a foregone conclusion gets confirmed.
17 Monday Sep 2018
Posted Travel
inGinevra, the sole waitress at our favorite restaurant from our first visit on, is getting married in less than three weeks. Osteria del Trivio will be closed for the celebration. Worse, they will have lost a member of their family. By extension, at her departure for Udine, we will by rights share the phantom pain for a lost limb.
Yet great joy outweighs the slight touch of sorrow. Since at least the trip last fall, Umberto has relished joking about the wedding to come, trying with each one to see if he could raise a blush. At first a touch diffident, Ginevra seems now to be relishing the attention in turn. To a joyous new life in Udine, we lift a toast.
17 Monday Sep 2018
Posted Art
inIn the slightly garbled translation on the back of the evening’s program, “La Furba e Lo Sciocco [The Clever One and the Fool] is a comic 18th-century intermezzo by Domenico Sarri, a composer not well-known or executed today.”
Now I don’t know about anyone else, but that seems like an excessive form of punishment to apply to a modestly ambitious entertainment. And besides, unlike Lontano da Qui it had rather good rhythm and the characters were dancing to it.
Lots of broad laughs. Even a couple of costume changes for Madame Sofia while she was onstage. Not something you get to see very often, and you wouldn’t believe how sexy she looked dressed up like a man in those white leather boots.
Was I supposed to say that? Non c’è problema. I just won’t tell Rebecca there’s a post today. I mean, “You think it’s as easy to crank out these things as it is to rhyme words in Italian? Or to earn a major role on the Neapolitan opera scene?”
That way, while remaining unknown and in character, the “stupid and pompous” composer will at least avoid being executed by the “clever, smart, cunning, etc” heroine, who once again had her hair in curls and her fine evening clothes on.
If only I had had my camera! But with the weather app calling for two days of rain, I took on responsibility for the two umbrellas. (And Rebecca isn’t given to taking selfies. So the best I could do was get her to photograph the curtain set.)