Showing posts with label Europe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Europe. Show all posts

Sunday, September 18, 2016

2016 Europe * Civitavecchia * September 18

"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet 
and the winds long to play with your hair."      ~Khalil Gibran



A single seagull slides on the wind with the brilliant white and gray clouds watching from behind.  The warm sun thrusts its long fingers through those clouds to poke playfully at the bird and the waves far below.  This joyous sea pounces again and again on the polished stones, those rocks that roll and roll with the waves until their sharp parts are worn to smooth suede.  A lone woman walks along the shore, hair and skirt flapping in the breeze.  She rejoices in the sun, the mist and the rounded stones beneath her feet.  She pauses, glances down, admires the rugged quilt of color and texture below.  Occasionally she stoops to pick up one special stone that has caught her eye, compliments its beauty, then either drops it in her linen bag or says, “You could use more spa time to soften your edges”, and tosses it back into the roiling waves.






“If you love me, you’ll bring it home to me.”  The most beautiful rock I have seen.  I posted its photo online and received such comments, but the trick was that I had left it on the beach atop that piece of bark I used as a base.  Fractured, crazed, rejoined by some amber mineral and fused to a piece of gray-blue rock then worn down over millennia to a soft palm-sized stone.  I’d never seen its equal.  This unique rock was but a beautiful memory now.  I wondered … and took a chance with the Universe.  When I returned this morning, I found it far too easily, just under the now overturned bark. Billions of rocks on the beach and this one is unique in all the world to me.   


"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world....”    
  ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince 


A black suitcase, black high heeled shoes, and a lump of clothes and a body.  Out of place. Curled on the white limestone stairs near the shore, sleeping.  Why, it’s the elegant lady I noticed while having lunch yesterday.  She had been basking in the sun on the shore side promenade, her shoe-clad foot pointing gracefully straight to the sky.  She seemed at peace and one with the elements surrounding her.  Now I wonder: did she have no place to spend the night inside?   
Does it matter?

 



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Sunday, March 01, 2015

2015 ITALY * Bologna (February 24-March1)




Italy: Bologna  
(Tuesday, February 24)

La Dotta, La Grassa and La Rossa     (The Learnéd, The Fat and The Red)

 
San Stefano and plaza (panorama)

I took a very early RyanAir plane from Valencia to Bologna – on three hours’ sleep.  Flight was less than two hours over a Mediterranean sea that went from clear to very cloudy, actually about 3 layers of clouds.  Annamaria met me at the airport even before our arranged spot - so punctual and I was so thankful.  We had met two years ago during one of my school trips to Italy when she was our Tour Guide here in Italy.  We had kept in touch since and although I missed seeing her when she visited New York a couple months ago, she was pleased to have me come stay with her for a while at her home.  It’s pretty awesome to be just walking around a major historical city like Bologna with a professional tour guide.  The information this woman knows about history, art, and architecture is astronomical!  Impressive!

Bologna Portico


It has been very rainy and quite cool the first couple days here - getting to only about 45F.  The next few days are supposed to be partly cloudy and a bit warmer … but, it IS winter.   There is a small pile of snow in the center city plaza that has been slowly melting since the beginning of February … it’s pretty much just a tiny lump of black, grey and lighter grey now.  The city was slow during the day of the storm because few know how to drive in it.  In the surrounding hills many trees lost branches from the heavy weight.



Due Torri di Bologna
One great thing about Bologna is the portico.  There are between 50 and 70 kilometers of porticos in the city – overhanging buildings that cover the sidewalks.   Once in town you can walk and walk with little need of getting rained on.  Bologna is highlighted by the Due Torri di Bologna, the Asinelli and Garisenda, that are two medieval towers that rise above the center of the city (the larger is about 100 meters, or 318 feet, and the other is half that, they are what is left from about 180 original towers), the second being incomplete because it started to tilt during construction, much like the Tower of Pisa.   

Basilica di San Petronio
The Bolognese people have a pride of considering “truth over the bella figura” (a façade of “looking good).  Plain brick over imported marble (which can help explain the comfort with the incomplete Basilica di San Petronio, which I think is beautiful.   


The University of Bologna was established in the 11th century and is the oldest in Europe.   Once established and during the 12th century there was a major influx of students (and with them money) from all over the country.  These people needed lodging so local families built rooms that extend out over the sidewalks creating the porticos that give the city much of its character.  There also was an extra wall built around the city to protect it from invaders who wanted to acquire its wealth.   

The Piazza Maggiore (main plaza) is the historic center and is one of the best preserved in Italy.   Influences of two ruling families (the Guelphs and the Ghibellines) can be noticed even today by the finishing designs at the top of the buildings: whether square or sparrow-tailed.   


Biblioteca Salaborsa
Roman ruins under Biblioteca
Today there is great care taken when building or renovating because of the amount of Roman ruins under the city.  The Biblioteca Salaborsa (which was originally the Stock Market building and is now a library) has a Plexiglas floor so you can look down through and see the Roman ruins below.


 
The ancient and complex Santo Stefano (that contains 6 "churches" built from the 4th or 5th century to the 13th century) was originally built on ancient temple dating from 100-300s. 
[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santo_Stefano,_Bologna]    (see the first photo near the title)  Amazing that buildings like these still stand and even more so - that they are used regularly and are open to the public.  I love the alabaster windows that precede glass and stained glass windows.  They look like they are solid from the outside, but inside, they let in a subtle, soft light.

Basilica San Francesco
Basilica San Francesco

It seems every other block has a church.  In the Franciscan church there is an incredible marble altar piece designed by Pierpaolo and Jacobello della Masegne, 1388-1392.  During WWII this piece was removed to protect it since the church was used to barrack French soldiers and was damaged.  Later it was repaired and returned to the church.







We took time to visit the Museo Ebraico (Hebrew Museum) in Bologna.  This is within the “Ghetto” area of the city which intermittently throughout history was walled-off or open, much depending on the rulers at the various time periods.  The museum is simple but impressive, with videos in Italian and English, beautiful representative paintings, and ancient frescoes on parts of the walls (MEB - Museo Ebraico di Bologna.)




Bologna is the city of La Dotta, La Grassa and La Rossa  (The Learnéd, The Fat and The Red).  The Learnéd because of its history of the University, one of the oldest and most highly esteemed, the Fat because of its wonderful cuisine, and the Red because of the rich bricks that many, if not most, of the buildings are made.  The Emilia-Romagna (the ancient Roman road) still runs through the center of the city although most of it is covered with layers of time and civilization.  The Apennine Mountains prick the distance with their peaks.  The buildings remind me of suede: many with a stucco-like finish of natural beige, chestnut, sienna rust, and rich golden colors.



We have been eating light and healthy – which is normal here in Italy.  Salads, vegetables, cheeses, paper thin slices of Spek (slightly rich ham) or Mortadella (a very light ham).   Annamaria served me some Crema di limoncello, which is homemade in Vieste, Italy, where her mother lives, and is absolutely amazing.  She is going to give me the recipe, but important ingredients are the water and lemons and milk, which are different in every location depending on microclimates, so who knows how it will turn out.  She also worked for a while as an interpreter for a Balsamic Vinegar company and showed me a small bottle of “the real thing” that is worth over $100.  The process takes at least 25 years and the white-grape juice is slowly moved from a larger cask (of special woods) to the next smaller as each evaporates over the summer in an attic storage area.   The final, smallest, cask affects the flavor much depending upon the type of wood used for the cask.  There is then a huge consortium which tests and bottles the balsamic in a special bottle, adds the Consortium label to the back (and the front label is the producer) with the top cork sealed with paper tag with a Serial Number specific to the bottle.





Ferrara  (Thursday, February 26)


An hour-long train ride brought us to Ferrara.  There are three types of trains in Italy: the AV (alta velocità or high speed), the RAV (Regional alta velocità, which is mid-speed) and the Regional regular train.  We took the RAV (which was the same train that would take me to Venice a couple days later).

Castello Entense

Ferrara Cathedral with repair equipment
Ferrara is another red brick city.  Ruled and influenced by the Este family during the Renaissance, the Castello Entense was completed about 1385.  The Castle and other buildings, including the Cathedral, in Ferrara, were damaged during the regional earthquake in May 2012.  Huge cracks in the walls and ceilings, chunks have fallen, the turrets sustained damage – so many areas are sealed off or covered with netting for safety.  Between 1600 and 1700 the Este family lost control of the city and the Pope took over.  Cardinals ransacked the city and the population plummeted so that around 1700 visitors noted that it seemed like a ghost town.  Interestingly this allowed the city to remain basically unchanged until a recent revival so many buildings and such remain in their “original” state. 







San Luca  (Madonna di San Luca)   (Friday, February 27)




After a morning of various activities such as steps to renew Annamaria’s license and passport, we took a hike up to San Luca basilica on the hill above Bologna.  Just the section under the porticos was 4 kilometers of stairs and ramps up up up (and we estimated that we walked about 10 kilometers for the whole day).  At times it was so tempting to stop and sit or grab the little van bus that goes by occasionally, but just after the steepest section and around a slight corner, I leaned out a portico window and saw we were much closer than we thought.  Taking our time, we did it.  I wondered why some people were smiling at us in an understanding way as we went up, but as we were going down, I understood.  They had done the same and knew just what an effort it was. 



At the top it was all so obvious that it was worth the effort.  The clouds were breaking up and the golden sun was shining on sections of the Italian countryside below us.  The basilica is in that amazing deep salmon brick color, warmth and clean lines.  Inside was beautiful!  (In a baroque sense)  Ornate with gold religious items and vari-colored marbles and frescos high above.  Sadly there was construction equipment right in the center of the church and plastic covering certain paintings and altars to protect them from the renovations.  The earthquake of May 2012 had done a great deal of damage to the structure, but here the workers were fervently active in fixing what needed attention. 



Because the main section was blocked off, we had the opportunity to go up the side stairs to the altar.  So close.  To see the Lamps of the Presence from a perspective rarely seen – from above.  The detail of the art and artisan work was amazing.  At times I feel this style is “overdone” but when you examine each item and think of the artist or artisan who created it in their deepest faith, everything takes on a richer meaning.



We walked toward a café and on the way found a clear, cold-water fountain from which we drank (having forgotten our water bottles).  Wonderful.  So appreciated after the long hike.  It’s these small moments when one does not take such simple blessings for granted.   At the café I had a cold artisanal beer and Annamaria a fresh squeezed blood-orange juice;  then each an espresso as we sat outside in the sun on tiny tables and stools.  The restaurant is Vito’s Pizzeria and we were tempted to eat, but actually, we were not hungry.  I’m finding the more I exercise, the less hungry I am.



This was one of those afternoons that will remain clear in my memory forever.







Venice  (Saturday, February 28)



Two hours by train and I’m in Venice – alone this time.  Basic instructions:  follow the yellow arrows to San Marco.  To return, follow the yellow arrows to Ferrovia (train station).  Use the train bathrooms because once in Venice it will cost about 1.50€ to use a restroom.  I find myself sitting with three Vietnamese women who speak very good English.  They are heading to Padua and the Planetarium for a show. The mother is surprised I’m trying to see Venice in only four hours.  One daughter is at the university in Bern, Germany, studying economics.  Wonderful people.  Sweet and polite and friendly.


Saint Marks Square started to take form in the 10th century and the first Saint Mark basilica was built in 832.  Legend has it that Saint Mark’s remains were stolen by Venetian seamen from a monastery in Alexandria and when returned to Venice, brought great prestige to the city. The winged lion seen throughout the city is the symbol of Saint Mark.  The original basilica was funded in large by the Partecipazio family who also contributed seven doges (dukes) to the city between 811-939.  This basilica was destroyed in 976 during a revolt.  In 1063 Domenico Contarini, 30th Doge of Venice, began reconstruction of the Basilica San Marco and it is the one that remains today.  The façade of Saint Marks holds four Byzantine bronze horses brought back from the 4th Crusade.  The portals, atrium and altar are covered with gold and colored mosaics finished in the 14th century.  The floors are vari-colored marble mosaics.  Extraordinary.



The tall red Campanile was first constructed in the 9th century on Roman ruins, went through a long history of lightening strikes and fires, collapsed in 1902 and rebuilding completed in 1912 and dedicated 1000 years after the first construction.  Two large columns guard the square, dating from 1176, one holds a winged lion for Saint Mark and the other a statue of Saint Theodore and his dragon.  The nearby Clock Tower was constructed 1499 and are crowned with a bell and the two "moors" who strike the hour.   The rose and white Ducal Palace dates from 1440 and is Gothic in style.  The Bridge of Sighs connects the Ducal Palace to the “new prison (1566) and received this melancholy name later in history.  The Rialto Bridge is a double bridge with shops up either side.  It was originally a bridge made of boats tied together that were later replaced by a wood bridge.  In 1588 the present stone bridge was designed and built for Antonio da Ponte.



I spent the afternoon just wandering around Venice, generally heading in the direction of Saint Marks but also taking side excursions down tiny alleyways and streets, often ending up at a dead end of canal water.  However this wonderful exploration would allow unexpected chances for interesting photographs.  I love the tiny, narrow “streets” and the ancient stone and iron of the city.  I have a feeling it will influence another series of paintings to come.  Saint Marks square was overflowing with tourists speaking languages from all over the world.  It’s a mental trick to remember that people actually do live in this multi-island city.  I am so thankful to Annamaria to encouraging me to go even though she was not able to that day.  Grazie!





Bologna – last day – (Sunday March 1, 2015)


colors of Bologna
This is the area of great vehicle machinery:  Lamborghini, Ferrari, Ducati motorcycles and more. 

Marco, a dear friend of Annamaria, drove us out of the city for my last day lunch.  We went through Pianoro to a family-run restaurant: Al Lago dei Castori.  Two amazing fresh pasta dishes then a plate of amazing Italian cold cut meats, including pancetta and parmaham, of which you make a sandwich with a super light bread dough which is fried (somewhat like fried dough but so light and so much better).  A nice red wine, three different desserts to share, an espresso and then the restaurant finale of a small (shot sized) serving of either blood orange liquor or limoncini (like limoncello only lighter).   Such a wonderful gesture by the restaurateurs (Annamaria says it is a rather common offering in smaller restaurants in the area).  After lunch he drove us from Old Pianoro to New Pianoro through hills of hair-pin curves … the same road that is used for road-testing Ferarri cars.  I think he was tempted to drive as such but did not so I could snap some photos along the route.  A great typical meal to top off my present stay in Italy.



Arrivederci, Italia



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Friday, February 06, 2015

2015 FRANCE #5 * Payenché, Marsac-sur-L'Isle (February 6)

"La fille que j'aimera / Sera comme bon vin / Qui se bonifiera / Un peu chaque matin." 
~ Jacques Brel  "La bourrée du célibataire"

"The girl that I will love will be like a fine wine that will improve a bit each morning."  
The "Bachelor's Dance", written and sung by Jacques Brel (1957)


This quote that Bill Murray's character Phil says in the movie Groundhog Day is actually lyrics from a song (1957) and is not from the same era as that which Rita (Andie MacDowell) studied in college: 19th-century French poetry.  I quote it here in honor of Groundhog Day back home (I understand the rodent DID see his shadow and was scared back into his burrow to wait for six more weeks of winter .. not a big surprise) .. and in honor of la Belle France, that, for me, gets a bit sweeter every day.
Payenché
Occasionally I try to tell myself that being in France is something that is ordinary to the people who live here, who go about their daily lives of work, family, cleaning house, reading the paper, feeding the cats … common everyday activities that happen nearly everywhere in the world regardless of the country or culture.  But then, for me personally, I lean against a limestone block that was set as a wall to the house over four hundred years ago, or I look across a field that has been plowed and harvested for over three millennia, and it is THEN that I feel the exotic wave of joy at waking up in such a beautiful place each morning.


When I have some time to reflect, I sometimes wonder: why do most of us become so complacent in our day-to-day lives?  It is sad.  Why can’t we sustain the feeling of discovery of the world around us each moment  - treat it as something that is extra-ordinary and exotic.  Not just here in France (as for me) but for each small fragment of earth where my foot rests?  Travel always takes me out of ... I used to say “out of myself”, but now I feel … out of my normality, out of my complacency.  Travel opens my eyes and my spirit again to expanded joy and clarity in Life.  Why would one ever stop?

Winter here is milder, yes, but it still attempts to creep between the cracks of the limestone walls.  But there are not enough cracks and the warmth of the wood stove keeps the living room cozy.  Back home in Maine, there has been an accumulation of record-breaking snowfalls in the last week or so while I have been away (a record since 1978).  This morning here there is a tiny hint of snow lightly spitting through the air and leaving about a quarter inch to sugar the ground.  The basin has skimmed over with crazed ice that will melt by afternoon.  In the Pyrenees, about an hour south, they have about a meter of snow or more and in some mountains the ski lifts have shut down.  There is not the snow removal equipment nor salt and sand mixture that we in the Northeast throw on everything, so there is little movement when snow arrives here.  On the southern side of the Pyrenees Mountains is Spain and warmer weather.  (I am heading there next weekend!)
Moulin Rochereuil (XII Century) walnut mill
Yesterday Vivi and I took a morning adventure to an antique waterfall mill to watch the process of walnuts crushed, roasted, and pressed into a wonderful golden oil.  It is a beautiful spot, even in the pewter winter morning, tucked between a fork in La Dronne River and a steep limestone cliff.  This cliff has been deeply carved by higher water millennia past and has carved holes from ancient times when it sheltered structures of the Troglodyte culture starting between 10,000 and 25,000 years ago.  One can still see these holes and carvings along side a more modern structure.  The cliffs are high and are used for rock-climbing (there are hand-holds and pins going up the cliff face).
Limestone cliffs, Troglodyte ruins, medieval sheds
inside the mill
pressing the walnut oil

The owner of the moulin (Grand-Brassac moulin Rochereuil, 12th Century) was a gregarious gentleman who so enjoyed explaining the process and showing off the function of the water-driven equipment.  Sadly, he had sold out of any walnut oil to be purchased ... and I was SO prepared to purchase!  We left with the most wondrous aroma of roasted walnuts permeating our clothing and hair.   


finished walnut oil
bottled walnut oil
Stopping to buy fresh bread at a corner store, two teens working there quietly said between themselves, “do you smell something cooking?” to which Vivi responded “it is us, we just came from the walnut mill.”   Skeptical they sniffed her scarf, which was rich with the fragrance and realized it WAS us!  Best cologne ever!



Denis having lunch with friends
cognac from Armagnac

Those who have been merely tourists in Europe, rushing from one site to another and staying in a sterile hotel, have missed the matchless experience of experiencing the life of everyday people.   The unhurried way that many go about their daily lives.  The relaxed in-the-moment living, even while getting chores and responsibilities completed, is wonderful.  Of course they work hard as well, but when they relax and spend time with friends and family it can be different.  Compared to the harried “American” way of living, eating lunch in a half hour or dinner in an hour, with everything piled on the plate at once, here one can take two to three hours for lunch or dinner, to enjoy the taste of each mouthful of fresh, basic, and delicious food, sips of wine or water, intermixed with relaxed conversation, thoughts shared, and quiet moments with friends.  C’est la bonne vie.   


tea with friends
fresh endives at the Marché
For lunch?  Soup?  Perhaps a soup from broth of the pot roast made the previous day, with added vegetables and herbs, and small bits of dry bread placed at the bottom of the bowl just before serving.  However, don't forget that the soup is not the only item for lunch, even though it was announced as just "soup".  After comes the slices of meat or fish, a light salad of lettuce or endive with walnut oil and balsamic dressing, then the bread and cheeses (ah, the choices of cheeses!), then perhaps a light cake or fruit, and even after retire to the living room for a cup of strong coffee and perhaps a special piece of chocolate from the region.  All accompanied with easy and quiet conversation with friends who have traveled and lived in a variety of countries. 
the best country bread & wine (Bergerac)
* MORE PHOTOS *
(more walnut mill photos near the bottom of the photo album)
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