An unfortunate step sent me hurtling to the pavement yesterday as I tripped in a pothole. There were unfortunate consequences. I fell hard, landed on my two hands and broke one wrist badly.!
A good Samaritan saw me fall, helped me up, called an ambulance, got me an ice pack from a caffetteria and waited with me for the ambulance. It took 20 mins.
Thank you most sincerely to Leonardo who would accept no payment but was extremely kind and thoughtful!
I was delivered over Florence’s VERY BUMPY ROADS (you never realize it in a taxi with good springs, but with a sore limb and a van that has seen many days in service, you notice it all!) to the Pronto Soccorso at Santa Maria Nuova, the city’s oldest hospital founded in 1288 by a wealthy Florentine merchant, Leo de Ricovero Portinari (d. 1289). Coincidentally, it was his daughter, Beatrice, who was the unwitting muse for Dante’s Divine Comedy. Ah, Florence!
The naked eye could see things inside my arm were messed up and a set of Xrays revealed all the damages. I was told that I’d be put under and they would try to manipulate my shattered bones into place and put on a cast.
Then a 2nd xray was taken to see if the setting was adequate.
I was warned that surgery would likely be necessary because it was a bad break.
Very luckily for me the on-call orthopedic surgeon was talented and got the bones placed in order manually.
They took a second set of Xrays and said I was in good shape. I return to the hospital in a week for Xrays yo double check setting of bones.
On this first morning of my new normal I’m busy cancelling spectacular events I had planned for the entire month of October in Rome. So sorry to have to do it.
Bear with me, dear reader, as I accustom myself to to this new way of life for a couple of months. I suspect there will be many fewer blog posts, following my record year of daily blogs so far in 2026!
Oh! I do love autunno in Italy! The weather is absolutely perfetto!
Walking from my Borgo into the center, I pass by this piazza and on this crisp, clear day, the monuments of the city were stunning!
Later, as I was passing through the historic center, I noticed a couple of Clet designs I had not remembered seeing before.
I had occasion to be in the Piazza Santa Maria Novella, which is one of my favorite Italian spaces of all times, and the marble and brick structures stood out to me in splendid relief!
I passed by another favorite place, the Farmacia di Santa Maria Novella, but there was a long queue to enter and I decided to wait until later in the fall when the crowds will be thinner. This is one of the huge delights of living here. I can postpone and try again any old time I want to or need to. That is a luxury I can still hardly believe I possess.
The next 3 images are from the windows of the Farmacia. The vetrine sported views into what looked like elegant interiors, which were created in a way to look as though they were set outside in a field of wildflowers. It took a lot of words to describe these windows, but they are complicated and rich.
And lastly, a couple of really random images.
Speaking of random, the image above. I love it.
And finally, a new friend sent me this next image. It was taken from a drone over some place in Asia. I can’t take any credit for it, except as a happy recipient of the great image!
Moving all of one’s earthly possessions, one’s history, sacred and profane, from the USA to Italy is a lot of things. It’s a deep personal pleasure for me to really and truly make Italy my home, for this has been my heart’s desire since I was a young woman. But it is also a lot of work and not incidentally, it brings up a lot of emotions.
When packing up last summer in Colorado, I simply ran out of time before I had to leave the home I loved but finally sold and so I wound up shipping a lot of things that I might have culled.
But, one of the unexpected joys has been putting my hands on things long stored but almost forgotten, such as this little pink jewelry box I had when I was in elementary school. I see I was a documentarian even then, for I felt the need to record the accession! Haha! So cute!
I wrote in pencil, not pen, as a future curator of art might know to do. I’m disappointed I didn’t record the date. I guess that was a skill I would learn later.
I emptied the box and decided to use it again now, because perche no?
The bracelets you see are ones I wear now, but underneath you can see my inscription. Can you read it?
Besides my name, there are 6 words, 2 misspelled. I love this little girl!
First J e w l e r y Box I evey (every?) Got
I love the implied expectation that future jewelry boxes would appear, hopefully bigger and better! May all your heart’s desires come true, little dreamy girl.
I had an appointment at the Genius Bar for help with storage in my laptop/external hard drive. It won’t surprise you to learn that I take so many photos and videos that managing them is a huge headache and as I move into creating longer videos, it’s only going to get more dire.
So I went, got a great “genius” and he helped me. When I explained what my issues were and how I wanted to move my images and videos off my computer, but to store them safely with quick access, he opined:
Nothing in this world is safe. If I needed to have a safe storage, I needed more than external hard drive, maybe several more because “anything can happen.” Something could, he continued, get stolen or damaged and the. Then where would I be!
I protested a bit and he continued. Italians, he said, invented the world’s first back-up.
I took a second to catch up.
It was the medieval monks, he expounded, working away as scribes in monasteries, that made (sometimes multiple) copies of ancient texts. Ok, I said, I follow.
And still, he said, the world lost Aristotle and Sophocles because despite multiple medieval back-ups, they all were lost.
I don’t know if I caught all he was saying but that was the gist of it. I don’t know if factually speaking the world lost Aristotle and Sophocles, but I knew what he meant.
What, I replied, are you doing in an Apple Store. You should be teaching at a famous university!
He was planning on it, he replied. In a month he’s changing jobs.
Atthelovely Giardinodell’ Orticultura, in my old neighborhood of Florence, one can enjoy the season’s finest weather and the greatest plant vendors in all of Florence!
Here I am walking across the little bridge into this pretty zone where I was lucky to live before, during, and after-Covid. I love these passerelle over ilMugnone, the creek or torrente that runs along this section of Florence. It once demarcated the northern edge of the city, but no more.
Entering the garden:
I got there early, not a big crowd yet, just how I like it! And I love the little boy’s excitement at entering!
I was immediately arrested by the intensity of this rose!
And equally drawn to the gentle pale color of this one.
You can find artisan made ceramics here and other things associated with outdoor living, even some natural fiber clothing and accessories. But never have I ever seen this southern Italian symbol of hospitality and good fortune, the pine cone, in such an intense shade of blue!
Then I realized that the tabletop, some dishes and vases are also made by this ditta or business and I had to take a pic of the larger scene. But that blue!! I can’t get over it.
Always my favorite part of the fall show is the grouping of fruits. It takes me back to my childhood visits to our state fair. But, back where I come from we never had such a selection of fruits to grow. The plants would have died in their first month in that inhospitable climate. The Great Plains of the American West. Best for buffalos and buffalo grass.
We are definitely not in Kansas anymore (Kansas was not my home state, but it’s pretty much the same thing).
Bulbs are on offer here. Many of them and many types! I chose a few. I don’t really have the right kind of space for planting bulbs on my terrace, but as usual, I couldn’t help myself from buying a few.
I bought some anemone and ranucoli (ranunculus) opportunities. You can’t really call them bulbs. And you can’t guarantee they will grow and produce the flowers you yearn for. When you buy a plant or bulb, I contend you are purchasing a dream. I hope my little dreams come true next primavera. I certainly will do my part. The vendor told me plant them in Novembre.Lofarò.
Hard to believe these dry little nubs have life in them. Can you imagine harvesting these? Painstaking work.
But I chose some paper whites as well to grow indoors at Christmastime. These are easier and more likely to perform as hoped. Fingers crossed.
Here’s my haul.
I’ll catch the #13 bus that will take me home to my new neighborhood and terrace where I have pots and soil waiting to house the new additions to my collection.
These plants will grow just fine outdoors in the Tuscan winter, giving me something green (the color of hope) and pretty to look at on my terrace during the dull gray days of inverno.
The bulbs I bought are inside the bags but not visible to the naked eye.
Today as I was walking briskly through the center of Florence, I was arrested by this image pasted upon an exterior wall. It stopped me in my tracks and I hurried back to make a photo.
This is a very unusual usage of the dome, and I highly approve! Bravo or brava, to whomever this idea first occurred!
I realize the shape of the time is not fresh in everyone’s mind, so here’s a refresher:
I’d happily wear a skirt made in its shape!
I do already have an umbrella in the shape of the dome!
In the heart of the historic center of the city there are lots of these bucchette del vino, or wine windows embedded into the walls of buildings you pass on the sidewalks. They were built in the medieval age of the citta, allowing passersby to purchase a glass of wine as they walked by.
Some of them are operational again.
I spied a wine transaction going on recently and stopped to film it. First you ring the bell over the window to show your interest. Someone on the other side will great you, ready to offer you a selection of red, white, or rose wine, typically tailored to the season (it is Italy after all!). You pay, and presto! you are given your wine! That’s all there is to it to enjoy a Florentine tradition that dates back 700 years or more.
It you’ve been fortunate enough to travel to Italy, chances are good that you have been through the Stazione Termini in Rome. If you think about the name of the station, it would seem to be named Termini because it is the final stop or terminus of a journey.
But in fact, contrary to popular belief, the name for Roma Termini does not come from its being a train terminal or terminus. Instead, the name originates directly from the ancient Roman baths that stand right across the piazza from the station’s main entrance.
Here’s how the name evolved through a linguistic journey over the centuries:
The ancient Latin word for public baths is thermae.
In 306 AD, the colossal Baths of Diocletian (Thermae Diocletiani) were completed in this area. They were the largest public bath complex in the entire Roman Empire.
Over time, the Latin thermae evolved into the Italian word terme. The neighborhood built up around the ruins gradually became known as the Termini district.
Consequently, everything discovered or built on this specific hill, from the ancient residential complex (Villa di Termini) to the Renaissance estate (Villa Peretti Montalto) and finally the 1862 railway hub, adopted the Termini name simply because of its proximity to the ancient baths or thermae.
In 1860 Pope Pius IX decided to build Rome’s Central Railway Station in what was then the sprawling gardens of the Renaissance-era Villa Peretti Montalto. I wonder how he and his advisors chose this neighborhood for rebuilding the city? The whole concept just seems so foreign to me. Can you imagine Pope Leo XIV waking up one morning and saying he was going to install a new airport in a settled section of Rome?! But, times have changed since the 1860s. Prior to that, the popes and Roman rulers had dictated the shape of the city.
In 1862, while workers were clearing the massive earth embankments that had buried the ancient Servian Wall, they discovered ancient structures. What else is new? It is Rome after all!
After the annexation of Rome to the Kingdom of Italy in 1870, the new government decided to make the new railway Stazione (di) Termini a key element in the design of a “modern” capital and in 1888 the Casino of Villa Peretti and the long sequence of low buildings on its northern side were pulled down to make room for a large square.
When we walk over that square, which is called the Piazza dei Cinquecento, we are treading over two Roman insulae (multi-story apartment buildings in ancient Rome that housed the city’s common working and middle-class populations; the Latin word literally translates to “island,” likely because these large buildings stood isolated like islands surrounded by streets) and a later stately building form the Antoinine period (c. 2nd C AD).
These discoveries were made in 1947-49, during the construction of Rome’s first underground transit system (Metro B line), when archeologists initiated a systematic dig. They found a sprawling wing from the Antonine period, uncovering an entrance hall, an advanced thermal bath suite, a decorated nymphaeum (fountain room), and a massive apse-shaped hall. This phase yielded even later art, including 4th-century frescoes depicting bathers wearing loincloths.
Unfortunately, the original villa structures were demolished during the rapid urban expansion and railway construction of late 19th-century, early 20th-century Rome.
But we are extremely fortunate because the surviving decorations and frescoes from that ancient site are preserved and exhibited on the second floor of the Palazzo Massimo alle Terme, part of the National Roman Museum about which I have been going on and on about for several posts.
The detached fresco panels show elaborate perspective designs, delicate architectural frameworks, and decorative pavilions. The artwork represents the rich interior decoration styles used in high-society Roman residences during the peak of the empire. The gallery also exhibits geometric floor mosaics and black-and-white plant motifs recovered from the same Termini archaeological zone.
The frescos are outstanding because they illustrate the development of pictorial styles in the full Imperial Age. They represent refined examples of Roman painting, often characterized by illusionistic perspectives and fantastical settings typical of sumptuous urban residences.The paintings are very refined.
And, if you’ve got time, try this 1950s movie! Bet you’ve never seen it! https://youtu.be/_ZJbqmKE16k Imagine, an entire film set pretty much within the Stazione Termini.
Here’s a postscript about the film: Terminal Station (Italian: Stazione Termini, released in the United States as Indiscretion of an American Wife) is a 1953 romantic drama film directed and produced by Vittorio De Sica and starring Jennifer Jones, Montgomery Clift and Richard Beymer. Truman Capote was one of the screenwriters. It tells the story of the love affair between a married American woman and an Italian/American academic. The title refers to the Roma Termini railway station in Rome, where the film takes place. The film was entered into the 1953 Cannes Film Festival.
Terminal Station was the first Hollywood film by Italian director De Sica, as an international coproduction with American mogul David O. Selznick. The collaboration was fraught with constant and severe creative differences that resulted in two different versions of the film, an 89-minute Italian version and a 72-minute American recut version with a different name. After this experience, De Sica never again worked with a Hollywood producer, although he later directed English-language films with American actors.
The Eternal City, with its endless stories to tell.
Did you realize that just steps from the train station in Rome you can walk into a Roman era frescoed room, completely decorated in a way to make you feel you are in a lush exterior garden? Not only are the frescoes extraordinary, it is absolutely remarkable that they are so accessible (assuming of course that you can get to Rome).
So, let’s look and discuss!
This lush painted garden decorated the triclinium or dining room of Livia, the wife of the Emperor Augustus, in her villa along the Via Flaminia. Did you know that it was from the laurel bushes grown in her groves at this villa that the leaves were taken to be used to create the triumphal crowns of the Roman Emperors? I mean, come on!
At the Palazzo Massimo near the Rome train station you can be immersed in this beautiful panted enclosure of 4 walls covered with blue skies and several types of trees including those bearing fruit and many other kinds of plants and an abundance of birds.
By Gleb Simonov – Own work, Public Domain
The ruins of the Villa of Livia still exist at Prima Porta, 12 kilometers north of Rome, Italy, along the Via Flaminia. The Villa may have been part of Livia Drusilla’s dowry that she brought when she married Octavian (later called the emperor Augustus), her second husband, in 39 BC. Some scholars believe that Livia may have received the site from her first husband, Tiberius Claudius Nero. However, most likely, it may also have been a gift given to her by Octavian upon their betrothal.
Ancient sources (Suetonius) tell us that Livia returned to this villa following the marriage. It was her sumptuous country residence complementing her house on the Palatine Hill in Rome. Livia was the original owner of the villa.
It was situated high up with a view down the Tiber Valley to Rome and the Apennine mountain rages. The upper terrace had a three sided portico with a belvedere over the valley. Some of the walls that retained the villa’s terraces can still be seen. It was originally built on a 20 meter plateau 14 kilometers north of Rome,
The location was strategically important due to the iron-rich cliffs of red tuff that approach the river Tiber at this point, the confluence of several roads, and the northern entrance to Rome. The name Prima Porta (First Door) came from an arch of the aqueduct over the Via Flaminia, which brought water to the villa and which travelers saw as the first indication of having reached Rome.
The villa was built and modified in nine phases, from the late republican age to the 6th century AD. After Livia, it remained an imperial residence.
Its Latin name, Villa Ad Gallinas Albas, referred to its breed of white chickens, which was said by Suetonius to have auspiciously omened origins. The area acclaimed the name Ad Gallinas Albas because of the legend of white fowl carrying a laurel branch in it beak that fell from the talons of an eagle and onto Livia Drusilla’s lap. It is said that the emperor kept the fowl and its offspring.
The villa and gardens have been excavated and can be visited. There are three vaulted subterranean rooms, the largest of which contained superb illusionistic frescoes of garden views in which all the plants and trees flower and fruit at once. These have since been removed to Rome, where, following cleaning and restoration, they have been installed in the Palazzo Massimo. The vault above the fresco was covered with stucco reliefs, some of which survive.
The site was rediscovered and explored as early as 1596, but it was not recognized as the Villa of Livia until the 19th century. In 1863–1864, a marble krater carved in refined low relief was discovered at the site. On 20 April 1863, the famous heroic marble statue of Augustus, the Augustus of Prima Porta, was found at the villa; it is now in the Vatican Museums (Braccio Nuovo). The magisterial Augustus is a marble copy of a bronze statue that celebrated the return in 20 BC of the military standards captured by the Parthians in 53 BC after the defeat of Crassus at Carrhae.
In the 19th century, the villa belonged to the Convent of Santa Maria in Via Lata.
A new series of more meticulous modern excavations was initiated in 1970. More modern scientific work began at the site in 1995, carried out by the Soprintendenza Archeologica di Roma and directed by Professor Gaetano Messineo, in tandem with the Swedish Institute in Rome.
New excavations starting from 2002 led to the discovery of the front of the platform structure (basis villae) crowned by a windowed portico (porticus fenestrata) and the rooms between this and the southern portico of a peristyle. An Augustan period peristyle was discovered in the central area. In the Flavian period a natatio (swimming pool) had been added in the garden of the peristyle and connected to the new baths. A mosaic featuring a marine thiasos was added later to the pool.
But, The Villa of Livia is most famously known for its frescoed wall in a partially subterranean room with a barrel vaulted ceiling. The frescoes were floor-to-ceiling continuous depiction of a lovely garden that fades into the distance.
Once accessed through a dark five meter long hallway obstructing a visitor’s vision as they adjust to the darkness and then the light again as they enter the room, visitors are transported to a garden paradise. This is believed to have created a space of relaxation and fun during the summer months as an escape from the heat outdoors, providing a greater feeling of refreshment. The room could have also retained heat in the winter months providing function throughout the year.
There are many conflicting beliefs concerning what the garden room was used for, however, it is most commonly believed that the space served as a triclinium, where guest were entertained, meals were served, and people could lie down on beds and cushions around a low central table.
The purpose and layout of the Villa Livia are important. The Roman activity of “[d]ining was much more than the satisfaction of human need — it was a ritual of great social and political significance.” In terms of layout, the room is underground and measures 40 feet long by 20 feet wide. There are no separating moldings, no painted architecture, and no visible structural elements — the room unexpectedly transports the viewer “outside.” The enclosure is striking because of the spatial play of the room itself with its illusionistic quality, there is incredible accuracy of plant species, and the variety provides a landscape that in reality cannot exist as one garden. A low stone wall contains the thickest and largest plantings, and in between the viewer and the space rests another fence with a narrow grass walkway. The garden layout encompasses a “perfect combination of variety and abundance with stylization and order” as nature grows freely while simultaneous evidence of human activity is present, specifically as some birds exist in cages and a neatly manicured lawn is visible closest to the dining room space.
The trees in the background of the fresco become less detailed when compared to those in the foreground with tendrils falling over the painted stone wall. All flora in the room are in bloom and all fruits are ripe, even though in fact they would have flowered and ripened at different times of the year. This may symbolically represent the expected prosperity of the union between Livia and Augustus and the couple’s rulership of a new era in Roman history.
The taxonomic interpretation of the garden fresco reveal 24 different species of floras within twenty families including autochthonous, or indigenous, and exotic plants with the painterly precision of botany, as well as zoology. The fresco includes a variety of birds perched on tree limbs or in flight that creates movement along with a painted breeze that moves the foliage.
The background sky is painted with Egyptian blue which was a rare and expensive color at the time, making the room feel open and light, set in a lush, brightly colored, airy environment, despite being underground and indoors.
All of the videos and stills in this post were taken by me on my recent visit to this incredible installation. I hope you feel the same pleasure from viewing the work as I do.
The plant species depicted include: umbrella pine, oak, red fir, quince, pomegranate, myrtle, oleander, date palm, strawberry, laurel, viburnum, holm oak, boxwood, cypress, ivy, acanthus, rose, poppy, chrysanthemum, chamomile, fern, violet, and iris.
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