Monday, November 30, 2009

42 kilometers plus 195 meters


Yesterday was Marathon Day. And the town virtually shut down to make way for 10,000 runners from 60 countries.

Besides skirting Piazzale Michelangelo, Ponte Vecchio and the Duomo before ending at Santa Croce, the route zigzagged around our apartment. Helicopters buzzed overhead for what seemed like hours, disappeared and then hovered some more.

As expected, the Kenyan won.

All in all, a grueling way to sightsee...

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Black Friday


Like retailers in America, Florence's shop owners are nervous.

A few months ago, they parked Lamborghinis on Via Tornabuoni in hopes of inspiring shopppers.

Now, the message is even more bald-faced: "Keep Shopping" (with a purple Fleur de Lis for good measure) in spite of a little torn up sidewalk. Spending, apparently, is your duty as a patriotic Florentine.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving in Firenze

The menu from the Four Seasons Hotel, including: spinach flan, lobster chowder and pumpkin risotto. For only 75 euros ($105) a person!

And pumpkin pies from Mama's Bakery, the self-proclaimed "American bakery" in town, were available -- pre-order only -- for the bargain price of 25 euros... each.

Wish I'd thought of that. I could have made a bundle.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Olio Nuovo

The new oil is out. The first press--the REAL first press--of the olives, this stuff is like Fruit of the Gods for Tuscans. Bright green and a little bit murky, it tastes grassy, almost peppery. The Italians sop it up with toasted Pane Toscano. It's company food: a treat you pull out to impress your guests or give to a hostess who's the mostest. This doesn't get shipped in bulk to the U.S. And it's $20 a liter.

Extra Virgin doesn't even compare...

Monday, November 23, 2009

Castello Verrazzano





The generation of Italians who love Americans as World War II liberators is dying off. For younger people, feelings are muddled by the war in Iraq and the Coca-Cola corporate homogenization of the world.

But Luigi Capollini, the owner of Castello Verrazzano, has missed the memo. Luigi's father bought the castle and its vineyards in the 1950s after the previous family (allies of the fascists) were disgraced. Luigi feels a unique connection to America. His father made his fortune importing coffee from Brazil. And the Capollinis have lined their walls with artwork and mementos of the famous Italian explorer and the New York bridge named after him. (Unfortunately, Verrazzano was eaten by cannibals in the Bahamas on his third trip to the New World.)


This weekend, we got the private tour of the fortress and cellars--where they raise their own wild boars and age proscuitto and balsamico--and a lunch of tagliatelle with Cinghiale (wild boar) sauce and guinea fowl with Luigi and his family.

Oh--they also make a great, affordable Chianti Classico riserva.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Wi-Firenze

In this place where high-tech struggles to meet the ancient, credit card readers are often "broken" and you stand in line with everyone else at the post office to pay your bills.

But Florence is catching up. This month, the city wired 12 piazzas around town--free WiFi for one hour outside the Uffizi, in Santo Spirito, Piazza Santa Croce and Piazzale Michelangelo. You can post those pictures to Facebook immediately after you take them...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Floods in Florence


November is the month when Florence floods. After the downpours of September and October, the Arno rises a bit, turns a bit more brown.

Some years, the water is catastrophic: 1177, 1333, 1557, 1740, 1844 and 1864. The most damaging, of course, was the flood of Nov. 4, 1966, when much of the old town was under water for days. Santa Croce, the Biblioteca Nazionale, the Brancacci Chapel were all filled with varying levels of brown muck.


I just finished a great book about that flood, Dark Water, by Robert Clark. Following one work, Cimabue's Crocifisso c. 1288, from mold to "restoration," Clark shows how even Florence's masterpieces couldn't overcome the blind ambition and bureaucratic morass that sometimes define life in this place.

Despite overflow basins upstream and high-tech river level monitoring, I'm looking askance at the Arno this month.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

For the Birds


The monstrous new court complex by the airport hasn't been occupied by humans yet. But pigeons have taken roost.

Construction on the "Palagiustizia" (or Palace of Justice) started in the 1970s. It's a massive modern hodge-podge--with circular windows and jutting glass atriums and brick battlements. It seems the point was to design something that looked completely different from Florence's Renaissance architecture (usually a bad idea).

Biologists estimate there are about 100 nests in the building. Rather than set traps and take care of the problem quickly and efficiently, authorities are considering sterilizing the birds to slowly decrease the population.

Did I mention pigeons are protected in Italy?

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Bronze Elephant

City leaders still can't decide what to do with Greg Wyatt's "Two Rivers" sculpture. The exhibit is long gone, but the bronze still languishes next to more classical pieces in Piazza della Signoria.

The original idea was to move the American sculptor's work to another square. But that plan fell apart.

It's not the kind of thing you can regift...

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Off the Beaten Path


After trudging with the masses through the Uffizi, the Accademia and the Duomo, I'm starting to appreciate the lesser-visited sites.

The great Renaissance painters liberally sprinkled their work throughout abbeys and monasteries and cloisters around Tuscany. And, with fewer tourists and less artwork crammed in the space, you can really appreciate what's in front of you.

Lately, I've been on a "Last Supper" tour. In the eating halls of these abbeys and monasteries and cloisters, the practice was to depict Christ and the Apostles in plaster. It's so common, Cenacolo has become synonymous with the Last Supper. The one above, by Ghirlandaio, is in Ognissanti, our neighborhood church. Da Vinci reportedly borrowed liberally from the earlier painting for his more famous rendition in Milano.

Even better: Admission to most of the Cenacolos is free.


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Tuscan Sushi



The cliche about food in Tuscany is that it's all meat all the time -- wild boar, rabbit, pigeon sauce even. For critics, the monotony is broken up only occasionally by a few overcooked vegetables.

Dario Cecchini, the Butcher-Preacher of Panzano (and a dead ringer for Liberace), literally embodies the conventional wisdom. A Sunday lunch at his place, Macelleria Cecchini or Officina della Bistecca, is an adventure in red meat: six courses of chianina beef ranging from raw ground (or "sushi" as he calls it) to a traditional Beafsteak Florentine, three inches thick, charred on the outside and room temperature on the inside.

Carrying the cliche even further, Dario appears halfway through the meal to deliver his big line: "To Beef or Not to Beef." Somehow, you forgive him.

I've avoided carpaccio for a reason. I never thought I'd eat raw ground meat in an age of mad cow. But as Tuscan cookbook author Judy Witts Francini (www.divinacucina.com) says, "It's like butta." It was. Butta mixed with garlic and herbs. The baked potatoes were softened up with Tuscan "butter" -- raw pork lard mixed with herbs. The vegetables were crudite--for dipping in red wine vinegar and olive oil. And the whole meal was topped off with olive oil cake.

It was the perfect meal for a blustery fall day.

Jamie Oliver and Alice Waters are rumored to be fans.

But for your heart's sake, eat here just once a year.

Honda in Firenze


Oil Change: $110 (for the oil)
Tire Rotation: $75
Gallon of Gas: $6

Having a car in Italy: Priceless

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Postscript

The archbishop of Florence has relieved an activist priest of his duties after Don Allesandro Santoro married a "same-sex" couple. The couple has lived together for more than 10 years and were joined in a civil union in 1983. The bride was born male but underwent gender reassignment surgery to become female. The church still considers her male...

Thursday, November 5, 2009

As Italy Goes


A shoutout to Maine:

Italy, unofficially a Catholic country, probably will be one of the last developed nations to grant gay couples any rights. And yet, there's a whisper of a human rights campaign in this anarchist graffiti stencil I found....

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Locked in Love


Midway across the Ponte Vecchio, couples have turned the wrought iron fence around the Cellini statue into a gnarled mass of brass.

I have a feeling that this developed through benign neglect--a byproduct of people leaving bicycle locks at random spots around the city and cleanup crews allowing them to multiply. Eventually, the clumps of locks grow so massive, they become monuments in and of themselves.

On the bridge, lovers pledge their troth, sign their names to a lock and then latch it. Forever and ever.

As far as I'm concerned, it's better than carving initials in an aspen tree....

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Ringing in My Ears


Church bells are ubiquitous in Italy--like the Medici coats of arms on the buildings and the Fleurs de Lis on the sidewalks. A sort of soundtrack for Firenze, one church starts up at 7 a.m.; another finishes the day at 6 p.m. Occasionally, you'll hear them off in the distance at 9 p.m. They're a great help to people whose watch batteries are broken (me).

So I was gobsmacked to hear that the curmudgeons in one Phoenix suburb went to court to stop the bishop of The Cathedral of Christ the King from playing a recording of church bells....(http://abcnews.go.com/WN/freedom-religion-questioned-ringing-church-bells-case/story?id=8978147) They want their peace and quiet!

To be fair, REAL church bells are much more charming than recorded church bells. Could be the grumpy old men objected to the cheese factor.

Still....I hope the church wins.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Graffiti is an Italian Word




Which totally makes sense....