Piazza della Repubblica

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

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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.

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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.

The square looks like this today:

 

But, originally, this key area of Florence was created by the Romans when the town was a mere Roman camp.  We think it then looked something like this:

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By the medieval period, the area looked something like this (Piazza del Mercato Vecchio, by Giovanni Stradono (Palazzo Vecchio, Sala di Gualdrada):

As you can see, the former Roman forum area was by now densely inhabited.  The city had grown and urban crowding led to tenements with ever rising floors, including the tower houses for which the city was once famous (case di torri in Italian).

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.

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Now, we fast forward to the 19th century.

It was decided that the square needed to be completely refigured, and that required the complete destruction of the city fabric, including warrens of zig-zagging old streets and buildings, both proletarian and aristocratic. Lost forever were some medieval towers, churches, the corporate seats of the city’s guilds, a few palaces of noble families, as well as craftsmen’s shops and residences.  On the positive side, the physical place and the idea of the ghetto were also demolished.
The politicians who envisioned what became the Piazza della Repubblica, sold their radical ideas as a part of the new city planning required when Florence became the capital of the new Italy from 1865 to 1871.  They determined that this unsanitary old section of the city was best completely removed. In fact, ironically, the particularly intense building activity in this Piazza took place between 1885 and 1895, well after the capital had been moved to Rome.
But it was in this period, known as the Risanamento in the 19th-century terminology (or,  the sventramento or ruining, by detractors), that this large part of the city center was demolished and rebuilt into the piazza as it exists today.

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.

 

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

 

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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.

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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!

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Absolutely ingenious!

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

 

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.

 

 

In 1985, A Room with a View was nominated for eight Academy Awards, including Best Picture and Best Director.  The film won three awards, for Jhabvala’s adaptation of Forster’s novel, for Best Costume and for Best Production Design.
A Room With a View was also voted Best Film of the year by the Critic’s Circle Film Section of Great Britain, the British Academy of Film and Television Arts, the National Board of Review in the United States and in Italy, where the film won the Donatello Prize  for Best Foreign Language Picture and Best Director.
US director James Ivory awarded with the 'Fiorino d'Oro', Florence, Italy - 05 Oct 2017
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Kindred spirits

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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?”

 

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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.

 

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.

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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

 

A culture of beauty

The Italian culture loves beauty, depends on beauty, is addicted to beauty. The single word to describe all good things, whether they mean great, terrific, wonderful, marvelous, fantastic, satisfying, or well done, is bello.

The roots go way, way back.

Even the Etruscans, the people who occupied the peninsula between the Arno (Florence) and Tiber (Rome) Rivers in the first millennium B.C. before they were ultimately conquered and wiped out by the Romans toward the end of that period, were lovers of beauty. Visit the Etruscan museum at the Villa Giulia in Rome and you will see their civilization, taken whole from the many burial grounds they left behind. There are perfume bottles, containers for makeup, rings that went into hair, and large baskets into which all the combs, brushes, ointments, and powders were put in an effort to please the gods, to make themselves beautiful in the eyes of the deities so that the beauty of their bodies would reflect the beauty of their souls.

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And that’s how it stood until Judaism and then Christianity came along to break the connection between outer magnificence and inner purity. The one no longer had anything to do with the other.

Epstein, Alan. As the Romans Do: The Delights, Dramas, And Daily Diversio (pp. 75-76). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.