
Author: get back, laurettadimmick
Piazza della Repubblica
I walk by or through the Piazza della Repubblica in Florence at least once a day, sometimes many more times.

On a particularly fine day, such as today about noon when I took this picture, (I mean, look at that blue sky! and this photo wasn’t photoshopped, I promise!) the inscription above the impressive arch on the south end of the piazza stands out and demands to be noticed.

Translated, it tells us: The ancient center of the city / restored from age-old squalor / to new life.
The context for this bold announcement is that both the arch itself and the inscriptions speak to the 19th century re-ordering of this remarkable and very hallowed city space.

By the medieval period, the area looked something like this (Piazza del Mercato Vecchio, by Giovanni Stradono (Palazzo Vecchio, Sala di Gualdrada):
What was once a Roman forum was now a commercial center of the city, serving as a lively meeting place and home to the market. Like other Italian towns, Florence developed certain city spaces intended for precise functions; the Piazza del Duomo, for example, was where religious affairs took place and another key area in the city, known then as the Piazza del Comune, (now known as the Piazza della Signoria), was for political and civic affairs.
We know what the area looked like thanks to contemporary prints, paintings, and drawings owned by the Museo di Firenze com’ era. Later painters, such as Telemaco Signorini, depicted with melancholy the old part of town that soon disappeared.

Now, we fast forward to the 19th century.
Unfortunately, a plentiful number of works of art and architectural fragments were sold through the antiquarian market. Only some of them could be saved for the Museo nazionale di San Marco. Other fragments allowed the founding of the likes of the Museo Bardini and the Museo Horne. Vasari’s Loggia del Pesce, which had been a part of the market area for 400 years, was fortunately saved. It was dismantled and reassembled in the Piazza dei Ciompi. It is still there today, out of context of course, but at least it exists.
In September of 1890, with many of the future palazzoni building sites still empty, the Piazza della Repubblica was formally inaugurated. The palazzi that rose in the new square followed the eclectic fashion of the time and were planned by well-known architects including Vincenzo Micheli, Luigi Buonamici, Giuseppe Boccini.
Following the transformation, the square became a kind of recreational center for the town; it was built up with the refined palaces, luxury hotels, department stores and elegant cafes, including the Caffe’ delle Giubbe Rosse where famous scholars and artists met and debated (argued).
So, now we return to the arch, which was meant to be a triumphal arch, designed by Micheli and inspired by the Roman monuments in Rome as well as by the most courtly Florentine Renaissance architecture. The decorative elements of the arch veer far from Roman or Renaissance models. The proclamation on the arch, with which I started this post, is said to have been taken from a literary source, possibly by Isidoro del Lungo.
It’s a girl!
Here’s how you announce the birth of a child in Italy. Pink for a girl, ovviamente, and blue for a boy.


Translation of the handwritten notice: “Children know things that the major part of humanity has forgotten.” A lovely sentiment, indeed.

Benvenuta, Giulia! Welcome to the world. Lucky you, to be born in Florence!
All babies are welcomed into Italy because the country has one of the lowest birthrates in the world!
Easily entertained.
(From the sublime [Room with a View, yesterday’s post] to the ridiculous [frozen spinach}:)
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I am endlessly fascinated by Italian grocery stores!
Look at this cool product in the frozen section.

It’s for those cooking moments when you want to add some healthy greens to the pot of minestrone you are whipping up, etc. I can think of endless uses for these frozen cubes of spinach! Add to smoothies, stir into sauces,…the options are many!

Absolutely ingenious!
A Room with a View, still ravishing after all these years.


| For many years, Ivory worked extensively with Indian-born film producer Ismail Merchant, his domestic as well as professional partner, and with screenwriter Ruth Prawer Jhabvala. All three were principals in Merchant Ivory Productions whose films won six Academy Awards. |
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The ravishing film, of course, was based upon the book of the same title by E.M. Forster. The book is a lovely read, but honestly, I think Where Angels Fear to Tread by the same author and on the same period is far better.




Kindred spirits

I can’t get the lovely lyrics of “Mi Chiamano Mimi” from Puccini’s La Boheme out of my mind since I saw the opera last weekend. It feels like Mimi and I share the love of beautiful things:
“Yes, they call me Mimi, but my true name is Lucia.
I love all things that have gentle sweet smells, that speak of love, of spring,
of dreams and fanciful things,
Those things that have poetic names, do you understand me?”

Italy’s immense appeal
I often think Italy is too popular for her own good. When I pass through the piazza del Duomo in the middle of the day, on a nice day I can barely move through from the sheer numbers of tourists. The trash trucks and street washers (a type of vehicle) travel up and down the streets all of time, picking up after the people.
On the flip side, Italy reacts in general to the immense tourist population by constantly opening new sites to appeal to them. As someone who has visited Italy a lot over the past 30 years, I am constantly amazed when I learn new archaeological sites, for example, are newly available to be visited. As below.
Butterflies migrating through Denver

So many butterflies were swooping through Denver this week that The National Weather Service in Boulder posted two radar images on their Twitter Tuesday showing a giant blob of blue and red to the uneducated eye.

You can read more on this phenomenon here:
http://www.denverpost.com/2017/10/04/unexpected-front-range-weather-blame-butterflies/


Frozen Lisa

Full disclosure: I took this pic from my Facebook feed. Isn’t it wonderful??
Nel blu dipito di blu (aka “Volare”)
Think of Italian music and you are likely to start humming this classic pop number: Nel blu depito di blu. Or, as it is more popularly known: Volare.
“Nel blu dipinto di blu” (literally “In the blue that is painted blue”), popularly known as “Volare” (meaning “To fly”), is the iconic song recorded by Italian singer-songwriter Domenico Modugno. Modugno and Franco Migliacci wrote the song together an edit was released as a single in 1958.

So here it is, the original song by the songwriter himself, in the 1950s, on the Ed Sullivan Show:
And now for your listening pleasure is the same song, reworked by Gianna Nannini. I love the song in both of its forms!
Buon ascolta!
And then, when you want to know the lyrics in Italian (first) or English (after), here you go:
Penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai più
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d’improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Volare, oh oh…
Cantare, ohohoho…
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassù
E volavo, volavo felice
Più in alto del sole ed ancora più su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva, lontano laggiù
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, oh oh…
Cantare, ohohoho…
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassù
Ma tutti i sogni nell’alba svaniscono perché
Quando tramonta, la luna li porta con sé
Ma io continuo a sognare negli occhi tuoi belli
Che sono blu come un cielo trapunto di stelle
Volare, oh oh…
Cantare, ohohoho…
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu
Felice di stare quaggiù
E continuo a volare felice
Più in alto del sole ed ancora più su
Mentre il mondo pian piano scompare negli occhi tuoi blu
La tua voce è una musica dolce che suona per me
Volare, oh oh…
Cantare, ohohoho…
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu
Felice di stare quaggiù
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu
Felice di stare quaggiù con te
Flying (In the blue painted blue)
I think such a dream will never come back
I painted my hands and my face blue
Then suddenly I was ravished by the wind
And I started flying in the infinite sky
Flying, oh oh…
Singing, ohohoho…
In the blue painted blue
Happy to be up there
And I was flying, flying happily
Higher than the sun and even higher
While the world was slowly disappearing, far beneath
A soft music was playing just for me
Flying, oh oh..
Singing, ohohoho…
In the blue painted blue
Happy to be up there
But all the dreams fade away at dawn, because
While setting, the moon takes them away
But I keep dreaming in your beautiful eyes
Which are as blue as a sky quilted with stars
Flying, oh oh…
Singing, ohohoho…
In the blue of your blue eyes
Happy to be down here
And I keep flying happily
Higher than the sun and even higher
While the world is slowly disappearing in your blue eyes
Your voice is a soft music playing for me
Flying, oh oh…
Singing, ohohoho…
In the blue of your blue eyes
Happy to be down here
In the blue of your blue eyes
Happy to be down here with you
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