Showing posts with label 13th century Italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 13th century Italy. Show all posts

17 June 2012

LIFE: Excuse me, Do You Speak Italian?

SARONNO, Italy -  If you are one of those who stayed up nights studying Italian before embarking on your trip to Italy and you still didn’t understand anything when you got here, all I can say is join the club. It happens to everyone. What Italian teachers don’t tell you is that Italians don’t really speak Italian, I mean they do speak Italian of course, but not all the time. Let me explain: what they actually speak is Italian with a sprinkling of local dialect.   
 Venice's Grand Canal
Venice is a good example. It’s everybody’s favorite city, but also one of the most challenging when it comes to language. Let’s start with the basics – streets. You probably know that in Venice the streets are called ‘calle’. However, if a ‘calle’ is smaller than a regular ‘calle, its  called a ‘calletta’. But the ‘calle’ becomes a ‘lista’ if several other ‘calle’ lead into them, i.e. the Lista Vechia dei Bari in Cannaregio

And then there’s ‘ramo’. Ramo literally means small branch and it is a subdivision of a ‘calle’. According to the degree of ‘ramification’ there can be a primary ramo,  ‘ramo primo’ and a secondary ramo,  ‘ramo secondo’. There may even be more. This does not mean, however, that the ‘ramo’  is narrower than the ‘calle’, it can be exactly the same width, or it may be longer, or then again it may be shorter and there is no rule saying it can’t end in a dead end, which apparently many do. Now, if the street has a lot of boutiques and cafes on it, it is neither a ‘calle’ or a ‘ramo’, but a ‘ruga’, from the French word for street, ‘rue’. And let us not forget the ‘calle stretta’, ‘calle larga’ and ‘calle lunga’, the calle narrow, wide and long, just in case none of the other names are descriptive enough. 
 The Bridge of Sighs
And, less you think it ends there, it doesn’t, for there are also the salizzada, or salizada with only one z, which means “street selciata”: the streets that were the first to be paved with cobblestones. Why they think it is important to know this is completely beyond me.  And what ever happened to plain, old, reliable strada? It’s here too – but in Venetian it means ‘a broad street’ and there is only one of those in Venice: the Strada Nova in Cannaregio.  

While we are on the subject of walking around Venice, there are more than ‘calli’, ‘rami’. ‘ruge’ and ‘salizzada’ to walk on, you can also walk along the ‘fondamenta’. While ‘fondamenta’ means foundation, like the foundation for a building in standard Italian, here it means a walkway along a canal. That is unless the ‘fondamenta’ is in front of a wide expanse of water, like the ‘bacino’ di San Marco, then it beomes a ‘riva’. Are you still with me?
A Stroll Along the Fondamento
Okay then. A ‘fondamenta’ runs along a ‘rio or rii (in the plural), which are what the many small canals are called. A ‘rio’ is seldom straight and most likely edged with houses. The term ‘canal’ is reserved for the three large canals of Venice, the Grand Canal, the Canal of Cannaregio and the Canal of Giudecca. 
  
So if a ‘rio’ is a small canal, what, you might ask, is a ‘rio terrĂ ?  Easy peasy. A ‘rio terra’ is a ‘rio’ that has been filled in with terra (dirt) to create a street, but of course it can’t be called a street because …… I have no idea.
Pigeons, Pigeons, Pigeons
Look Ma, I've Got Pigeons on My Head
Anyway, as you make your way through the maze of pedestrian walkways, call them what you will, crossing many of the 460 bridges that connect the sixty separate islands that make up the city of Venice, you will at some point cross Piazza San Marco. It is the only piazza in Venice, and it connects to the only ‘piazzetta’. The ‘piazzetta’ goes from the Dodge’s Palace to the ‘bacino’ of San Marco, where in other times, prisoners were hung, right out there between the two columns that are just standing there like nothing ever happened.  And while the locals waited for the executions to begin, they would shop or have a cup of coffee and visit with neighbors. Today, it’s where all the tourists feed the pigeons and then take photos of themselves feeding the pigeons.

All the other squares that would normally be called piazza in almost any other Italian town, are called ‘campi’ here, or, if they are small, a ‘campiello’. But hold on, Venice wouldn’t be Venice if there were only four names for the same thing. We can’t just have ‘piazza’ and ‘piazzetta’ and ‘campo’ and ‘campiello’, there must be more. What about the open spaces that are in-between? Ahh yes, the spaces in between. The ‘piazzale’. There is only one, and you’ve already crossed it if you arrived in Venice by train for the station is in Piazzale Roma.
The Columns of San Marco
But don't despair, all those hours spent trying to figure out why every Italian verb has to have six different forms, and trying to wrap your head around tenses that don't exist in English,  really will pay off in the long run. There are other towns to visit, charming towns, lovely towns. Just be aware that in Milan a room is called a locale and in Genova it's called a vano, while in ....... well never mind, you'll figure it out.

04 March 2012

LIFE: Change of Scene

SARONNO, Italy – It felt odd to actually be in a place that I’ve visited so many times on Google earth. It’s disorienting. Buildings and streets looked familiar but in reality I had no idea of where I was, other than I was in Chiavari. In real time, the distance between one place and another was often times shorter than it seemed when I was clicking along on my computer. In other cases, the walk along the sea for example, turned out to be a lot longer than I thought it was.
Corso Gianelli
Chiavari is a small city in Liguria, set right on the shore of the Mediterranean Sea. Something that surprised me was that the boardwalk is actually made of boards, and the beach area, unlike many other towns along the Mediterranean, is separated by railroad tracks. So you have the business part of the city of Chiavari and the the sea front with the boardwalk and bars and cafes and places that sell ice cream. To get from one part to the other there are sottopassaggi, underpasses that pass under the tracks.  

It was obvious that Chiavari was getting ready for summer. The sea front was under attack by bulldozers moving sand and stone as part of the town's project to expand the tourist port. At the harbor, yachts hung high in the air as workmen wielded saws and sanders and brought the boats back to their original sturdy selves.
Via Martiri della Liberazione
Chiavari is a lovely town. It is laid out in a typical Roman grid, even though traces of a pre-Roman necropolis from the 7th to the 8th BC  have been found here, dating it to pre-Roman times. There are main streets, or arteries, running north and south, east and west, and in between the main arteries there are hundreds of tiny alleys, capillaries that connect everything together. 
The two side panels are actually doors that are closed at night.
The historic center is well kept and exceptionally large for the overall size of the town, and its streets are all under porticoes, some dating from the 13th century. There are some stretches where, if it were not for the way the people in the street were dressed, you could easily lose track of which century you were in.  Even with that said, walking along the ancient streets you get the feeling of being in a far-away place, not in terms of location but in time. 

Viale Millo
Outside of the historic center, the pastel colored buildings are regal and rich in architectural details. One of the most amazing places in town is the large, white Basilica of Nostra Signora dell’Orto. For the first couple of days I was there I didn’t even realize it was a church, it looks a lot like the Pantheon in Rome, which is my most favorite building in the entire world.  The fact that there was a bronze statue of a pope under the portico didn’t mean much as this is Italy and there are religious statues and paintings and frescoes all over the place.

Santuary of Nostra Signora dell'Orto
I was going to look for a plaque to see which Pope it was but I was distracted by a local policeman talking to a young man in front of the church. What caught my eye was that not ten minutes before, when I was going into the church, the same young man was leaning heavily on a crutch near the church entrance, looking pitiful and asking for money. And now, there he was, standing perfectly straight and looking just fine, talking to the cop. It was market day in Chiavari, and just like Saronno, there are always a lot of Rom hanging around trying to pick up a few euros one way or another.

The early morning sounds are different here. In Saronno I wake to cuckoo birds or woodpeckers  or sometimes the cawing of the large crow like birds known as merli. In Chiavari you wake to the sound of sea gulls and the delicious smell of freshly baked focaccia. Not a bad way to start a day.