Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Mendatica, Italy


Sunrise over the rooftops of Mendatica, population approximately 160, in the Ligurian Alps, Italy


In September of 2016, I went to a rural corner of Liguria and had one of the most meaningful trips of my life, which I wrote about for Dream of Italy.  As I was limited by space, I couldn't include everything I wanted in the piece; and as the full content of Dream of Italy newsletters is only available to Italy enthusiasts who select either a digital or print membership, this post is devoted to the details that were left out (and to those worth repeating!).  Many people ask me if there is any corner of Italy that isn't widely visited or written about; there are a few places that are blessedly free of the trappings of modern tourism, and this inland area of Liguria, only 40 minutes from the coast, is one of them. 

The reason for my trip was the Festa della Transumanza, a weekend-long festival in the village of Mendatica dedicated to the ancient tradition of transhumance, "crossing the land" in Italian.  Distinguished French historian Fernand Braudel (1902-1985) referred to transhumance in his as "one of the most distinctive characteristics of the Mediterranean world."  Generally speaking, transhumance is the seasonal migration of shepherds and their flocks.  In the late spring, shepherds, their sheep, a few sheepdogs, and sometimes goats or cows, leave fields at lower elevation and climb to higher elevation, where in the warmer months there is more for the sheep to eat.  In the late fall, they make the trek back.  (This is in contrast to the nomadic tradition, where entire communities, their animals, and even dwellings move long distances periodically.)  Braudel relates that in the Navarra region of Spain, shepherds would come down from the highlands when there was a market being held.  In the winter months, the flocks and men hurried down the mountain to escape the cold and "flooded into lower Navarre like an invading army.  All doors were padlocked against these unwelcome visitors, and every year saw a renewal of the eternal war between shepherd and peasant."  Transhumance has existed in varying degrees on every continent, yet in most places today the livestock are transported by vehicle or the tradition has died out completely; but it is still practiced in Mediterranean countries today, notably in Arles in southern France and in the Abruzzo, Molise, and Puglia regions of southern Italy (transumanza trails in these regions, known as tratturi, along with the archeological site of Sepinum, have been submitted to UNESCO for consideration on its World Heritage List, and Mendatica is also being considered for this protected status).  Even in Carlo Levi's Fleeting Rome: In Search of la Dolce Vita, written in the 1960s, Levi observed that "Just ten years ago, during the seasonal transhumance, shepherds drove flocks of sheep through the centre of Rome, as they moved down from the high mountain pastures to the lowland plains where they would winter their flocks.  I remember watching them move by night through the Piazza del Pantheon, I remember hearing them from a distance as they passed in the shadows, like a muted murmur.  And even then in the meadows of the Villa Doria Pamphili shepherds would spend the winter in their huts of straw and leafy branches.  Nowadays, the much more numerous flocks of cars have occupied all the streets, making it impossible for animals to pass."   

It was after reading about the tradition, and seeing photographs of sheep completely taking over towns and mountain roads (including one of the tunnels in the Alps between Italy and Austria!), that I became somewhat obsessed with witnessing it in person (and okay, I've long had a fondness for sheep).  I wanted to experience the transumanza in the north of Italy if only because there had been a few pieces already written about it in the south, and the Mendatica festa turned out to be perfetto as the village's very existence is inseparable from the transumanza.   

Mendatica, founded by fugitives fleeing the destruction of coastal Albenga in 644 AD by the Lombards, was later a refuge for coastal inhabitants during Saracen raids and by 1385 it was under the dominion of Genoa.  Its Festa della Transumanza celebrates the joys and hardships of this pastoral heritage as well as its cucina bianca (white cuisine), which refers to the ingredients typical of this alpine area: potatoes, turnips, garlic, leeks, cabbage, several pasta shapes, and various cheeses.  It's held at the end of September and begins on Friday morning, when tourists and 500 school kids make the rounds at booths where villagers demonstrate typical activities related to the transumanza.  These include making cheese, especially the local Brusso, a creamy, fermented ricotta.  


Photo: making Brusso


The highlight of the day is the late afternoon arrival of the shepherds and the sheep, about 1,000 of them, but a few hours before I had the opportunity to meet some of the shepherds thanks to the kind assistance of the young and dynamic staff at Brigi Cooperativa, especially Maria, Chiara, and Paola (Brigi -- named for the Brigasca sheep that produce three cheeses endorsed by Slow Food -- organizes the festa with a few other regional groups).   The photos below were taken at one of the six seasonal communities (known collectively as the Malghe) above Mendatica on Monte Saccarello, the highest peak in Liguria.  These bungalow colonies (Il Lago, Monesi, Piolarocca, Le Salse, Valcona Soprana, and Valcona Sottana) were home to the shepherds and their families during the warmer months of the year.  Today very few shepherds are married with children, and most of the Malghe are now uninhabited (though they were all thriving as recently as the 1960s).  Some of the photos were also taken as we walked along the trail descending to Mendatica.  




    



















(Yes, in the second photo the shepherd is speaking on his mobile phone, so the shepherds have adapted to the modern world.)



What I never knew about sheep is that lots and lots of flies follow them everywhere and that they never stop looking for something to eat.  All they do is roam and eat.  And with a few goats, they can pick a small plant clean in about ten minutes.  

The life of a shepherd today hasn't changed drastically from what it was many years ago, and it's not a life for everyone.  Many shepherds have followed in the footsteps of fathers and grandfathers.  One young shepherd who was pointed out to me later in the weekend didn't look older than 15 -- he'd decided to drop out of school to take up this unorthodox life.

By late afternoon on Friday, everyone in Mendatica finds a spot to sit or stand along the caruggi (the Ligurian word for narrow streets) to watch the shepherds and their sheep walk down through the village, past the Baroque SS Nazario e Celso Church, and into a field.  The caruggi are packed chock-a-block with sheep, similar to the streets of Pamplona, Spain during the running of the bulls; but while the sheep here could knock down a small child if he or she was blocking their route (or was in the way of something to eat) their passage through the village to the field is fairly quick and causes no harm to anyone.  It is utterly amazing actually, and I cannot wait for the next time I can attend -- I would come every year if I could.





















There are community dinners on Friday and Saturday nights that are great fun, with a variety of cucina bianca dishes served, and on Saturday afternoon the Palio delle Capre (goat race) is held.  This is hilarious as goats from the Malghe compete in an obstacle course and as they have no interest in completing the course, handlers do whatever they can -- such as literally pulling them along by the horns -- to force the goats to make it to the finish line. 












The Fiera di San Matteo -- a street fair held in the same spot as a former market where shepherds met to sell products and animals -- is set up in the morning before the palio begins, and there are some local wines (such as the Pigato white wine, made from grapes originally from a Genoan colony in Greece, and the Ormeasco red wine) and foods to taste as well as nice craft items.  Among the culinary specialties is garlic from nearby Vessalico, recognized by Slow Food -- this particular garlic has been celebrated for the past two centuries at a festival held every year in July, and it grows in miniscule plots that cling to mountain slopes; the garlic heads aren't cut or trimmed of its roots but are woven into long braids called reste.  Mendatica is happily free of souvenir shops and retail stores in general (though the Alimentari Ascheri, on piazza Roma, carries some local wines and Ligurian specialties to enjoy while visiting or to bring home), and the Fiera provides one of the few opportunities to purchase handmade crafts and culinary items that are not exported outside of the region.   
   
A number of the 21 dishes that represent the cucina bianca are served at the community meals during the transumanza festival, and the Ristorante La Campagnola (just outside the village center at a bend in the road, on via San Bernardo at number 28) serves a number of cucina bianca dishes year round as does the restaurant at the Il Castagno agriturismo (via San Bernardo, 39; telephone 018.332.8718, no dedicated website); but even more are available at the official cucina bianca festival that Mendatica hosts every August, and among these are:    

Aglie: similar to Provenҫal aioli, a garlic mayonnaise.
Bastardui: handmade pasta with Swiss chard or leek sauce.
Brodu d’erbe amare: soup with bitter herbs.
Brussusa: potato pie with white cheese.
Friscioi de mei: fried apple fritter; may also be made with vegetables.
Minietti: pasta made with flour and water or milk, shaped into very small dots.
Pan fritu: fried dough.
Panissa: chickpea flatbread similar to socca, a specialty of Nice, and farinata, a specialty of  Genoa.
Patate in ta’ foglia: potatoes with leeks or cabbage baked in the oven;
Patate e brussau: potatoes with white cheese.
Rajore de Cuxe: pasta shape with a hole in the middle from the neighboring village of Cosio di Arroscia
 (Cuxe in Ligurian dialect).
Raviore de Montegrosso: large ravioli shaped like a boat filled with 21 herbs, ricotta, eggs, pecorino or
               Parmigiana.  The exact recipe, from the neighboring village of Montegrosso Pian Latte, is a secret!
Streppa e caccia là: torn pasta tossed with a strong flavored cheese, or ricotta, or pesto. 
Sugeli: pasta tossed with leeks and white cheese. 
Turle: small, fried ravioli filled with some or all of the following: potatoes, cabbage, leeks, cheese, milk, and
 fresh mint -- every family has its own recipe. 
Turta de patate: potato pie.
  
When I visited, I had the pleasure of meeting a local area celebrity, Giulia Gorlero (pictured at left) who was the goalkeeper on the Italian women's water polo team in the Rio Olympic Games.  Though Giulia entered the final match against the U.S. with the highest save percentage of any goalkeeper in Rio, and though the Italian team had been averaging just over 10 goals a game, the U.S. did win the gold with a 12-5 victory.  The silver went to the Italian team, and Giulia is a warm and personable young woman who is a great ambassador for Liguria.   

Staying at Ca' da Cardella (via Giardino), a rifugio escursionistico in the heart of Mendatica, is an immersive experience -- the beautiful, stone building has been recently renovated to accommodate guests in four bedrooms (some with bunk beds), each with its own bathroom. The bedrooms are all downstairs while upstairs is a large, open space that is a combination kitchen and living room.  It's rustic but comfortable, and there is an outdoor picnic area with a grill that's connected to the kitchen by a bridge over cobblestoned via Giadino -- this is the street that the sheep walk down during the festa, so the vantage point from here is unique.  There are lovely views out over the valley and the rate per person is 15 euros per night. 

Aside from its two festivals, Mendatica's parish church of Santi Nazario e Celso is of interest -- it's Romanesque in origin but was reconstructed in the 18th century as Baroque; only the bell tower is original, and there is a lovely Madonna carved by Anton Maria Maragliano (1664-1739), a sculptor of some renown for his wooden carvings, inside -- as well as the old mill and La Casa del Pastore, an ethnographic museum depicting a shepherd's house.  Visitors may also walk ten minutes outside the village to La Chiesa di Santa Margherita, a 16th century church with a very fragile fresco cycle by noted Ligurian painter Pietro Guido da Ranzo.  The chiesa is in a very serene spot, which may be one reason why it appealed to Thor Heyerdahl, who wrote Kon-Tiki here (Heyerdahl lived until 2002 in Colla Micheri, just above the Ligurian coastal town of Laigueglia, designated uno dei borghi più belli d'Italia, one of the most beautiful villages of Italy).  In addition to a grand cascante (waterfall -- Mendatica's name means "bring water"), all of this makes Mendatica a good base for exploring the rest of the Arroscia Valley, where there are other small villages worth visiting as well as lots of outdoor activities to pursue: biking is especially popular (on the pretty winding roads and mountain biking in the hills), and there are hiking trails, donkey treks, skiing, and snowshoeing.  In Vendone, there is an open-air installation with more than 35 stone sculptures by German sculptor Rainer Kriester (1935-2002), who was made an honorary citizen in 1999.   The blocks of stone -- I megaliti del terzo millennio (the megaliths of the third millennium) -- are from the nearby coastal town of Finale (halfway between Albenga and Savona) and are about 12 feet high  From many spots throughout the Arroscia valley there are panoramic views of the surrounding forest trees seemingly stretching all the way to the sea. 
As Mendatica is not far from the coast, it's also a great day trip destination.  An absolutely wonderful (and not-well-known-among-Americans) place to stay is the Villa della Pergola in Alassio, but as there is so much to say about it I will save its description for an upcoming post.  I will close this one by saying that travelers who want to find an authentic corner of Italy need look no further than the Strada Statale 28 that leads from Imperia up into the Ligurian hills.  

Mendatica Tourist Office
piazza Roma, 1 iat@mendatica.com 
Brigi Cooperativa di Comunita
www.brig

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


(Interior of La Cucina di Garga, via San Zenobi 33 A/r, Firenze, and grilled octopus entree / photos by Peggy Harrison)

As I promised in my newly published Tuscany and Umbria, this and subsquent posts are devoted to my favorite places to eat out in these two regions of Italy. I am constantly asked, by friends, family members, colleagues, and fans for dining recommendations, and it's a relatively easy request to satisfy: I have a lot of descriptive notes, I save business cards, I read and save a lot of reviews, and I am an accomplished home cook with a number of Italian cookbooks in my cucina. But over the years since the first book in my series was published (2000), I've struggled somewhat with recommending places to eat, and I haven't been able to put my finger on exactly what was bothering me about this until very recently. And it is simply this: when I make a recommendation, I'm not at all saying "this is the best place in Umbria" or "you must eat at this restaurant in Florence" or "if you don't eat here you're making a big mistake." Additionally, I'm not necessarily always looking for places where tourists don't go, or places that are "secret," or places that are far away from the sites that tourists want to see. What I want, and what I think just about everybody wants, is good food. If good food is found at a trattoria that's popular with tourists, then so be it. Who cares? It may also be found at a tiny neighborhood hole-in-the-wall, a refined country inn, a renowned expensive restaurant, at a winery, and a corner pizzeria, all of which is also fine. I like keeping in mind a sentence I read in an old issue of Wine Spectator, which reads, "In the faintly heady air of Florence, even a quick stop for a snack can easily turn into a long, lazy celebration of food and wine." This is really the point, and it doesn't matter where you may have your long, lazy celebration of food and wine.

I think a lot of travelers sometimes spend so much time searching for the supposed non-touristy places to eat that they miss wonderful food right in front of them. What's ideal, of course, are places where both locals and tourists are happy, where Italians aren't overwhelmed by foreigners and the foreigners feel they've chosen a place that is clearly held in some regard by the locals. Florence is home to a number of places like this, and today's post is devoted exclusively to my favorite eating establishments in this city. I believe that when traveling, meals are equally as important as all the other things you do on your trip, and they deserve the same amount of attention and research. A lousy or mediocre meal can nearly ruin my day, so even though I allow for a few spontaneous meals, I always plan out where I want to eat on each day of my trip and make reservations if necessary (I either reserve myself before I leave or ask the concierge to make the reservations). If you are planning a trip to Florence soon, I think you're lucky because I think the city is best appreciated in winter, and many seasoned travelers to Florence will tell you this, too. With no humidity, authoritative sun, or masses of tourists it is an absolute pleasure to stroll around the Centro and duck into warm and cozy places to eat, museums without long lines (even the Uffizi), and shops with enticing windows. You may not have the opportunity to eat outdoors, but this will be the only thing you'll miss about meals in winter.

Since I began with two photos of Trattoria del Garga I will recommend it first. Garga is neither new nor a secret. It opened in 1979 (though not in the via del Moro location) under the direction of Canadian-born Sharon Oddson and Florentine Giuliano Gargani, known as 'Garga' to his friends. The interior is a wildly colorful, convivial, fun, and warm space and though the kitchen has been described often as chaotic, positively delicious dishes emerge from it for eager locals and visitors. The first time I went with my fellow foodie friend, Amy, we shared the house salad, consisting of avocado slices, arugula, pine nuts, tomatoes, and thin slices of Parmigiano-Reggiano, which was just so good. I was happy to later discover that the recipe was included in Williams-Sonoma's Foods of the World: Florence cookbook, written by one of my favorite food writers, Lori Zimring de Mori, whose work is also featured in my book. Everything Amy and I ate that night was good. Not extraordinary, but Garga doesn't strive for the extraordinary, just high quality ingredients prepared well. On a later visit I tried the grilled octopus, in the photograph above, and it was outstanding. And again, and on repeated visits, everything was really, really good. Service and wine, too. At Garga, you feel like there's party going on every night and everyone's invited. And a very great thing is that you can feel like a part of the extended Garga family by taking cooking classes with Oddson. La Cucina del Garga (e-mail: garga@fol.it / (39) 055.211.396) offers three classes, a Florence Day Class, a 4-Day Tour, and an 8-Day Tour. The Florence class takes place either in the Garga kitchen or in Sharon's kitchen at her nearby home and participants make a four-course meal and share it afterwards. Classes are held Monday through Saturday, from noon to 4:30, and the price is 155 euros, cash only. The two Tours are held in the southern Tuscany countryside at Santa Margherita, a casa colonica, a farmhouse dating from the 1800s. Depending on which Tour you choose you not only cook meals but can taste olive oils and wines, watch the making of pecorino, and visit La Foce, one of my most favorite places in all of Italy (read much more about it in my book). It can still be difficult to secure a reservation at Garga on short notice, so I recommend reserving in advance: (39) 055.239.8898. And, if you can't score a reservation, or a place in one of the cooking classes, at least there is Sharon's book: Once Upon a Tuscan Table: Tales and Recipes From Trattoria Garga (with Rena Bulkin, Camino Books, 2006).

Mention of Lori de Mori above reminds me that she wrote an excellent article for Saveur (No. 92) called 'The Flavors of Home,', in which she highlighted five trattorie in Florence.: Al Tranvai (piazza T. Tasso 14r); Coco Lezzone (via del Parioncino 26r); Omero (via Pian de'Giullari 11r); Sabatino (via Pisana 2r); and Sostanza (see below). It's a very good piece and I urge you to read it -- among the many memorable words of wisdom she learns are these from Siliano Costagli, who retired after 48 years of running the dining room at Coco Lezzone: "Florentines look for the flavors they know. They don't want to be surprised, and they aren't going to pat you on the back and say bravo if you do it right."

I typically recommend that visitors to Firenze reserve a Sunday for a leisurely half or full day in the beautiful Boboli Gardens. Why? Because many places to eat out are closed on Sunday, so it's a perfect opportunity to buy some delicious provisions and dine alfresco in the Boboli. However, note that you have to plan ahead because many of the food shops are closed as well, so you have to purchase everything on Saturday. I tend to select room temperature, prepared foods so that I don't have to worry about refrigeration or reheating, but I've also kept some containers in my hotel room's mini refrigerator and, on a few occasions, I asked the staff in the hotel's kitchen to hold things for me -- it helps to also ask for bread, a bottle of wine or water (that you will of course be charged for). The Mercato Centrale (via dell’Ariento 10-14) is a great, one-stop market to buy foodstuffs (make sure to stop by the Baroni Alimentari stand where you will also want to buy some Baroni balsamic vinegar, mostarda, and a whole bunch of other culinary specialties for gifts). The front counter at Cantinetta dei Verrazzano (via dei Tavolini 18/20r, in the Centro -- read more about this wonderful place below) is also a great place for picnic treats, notably for bread and savory and sweet baked goods. Also great for buying provisions and for culinary gifts to take home is Olio & Convivium (via Santo Spirito 4). Olio has not only Mattei biscotti, pasta, wine, condiments, oils, vinegars, etc. but also prosciutto, cheeses, breads, etc. [you can also eat here – there are about a dozen tables for lunch and dinner – and meals are delicious but reservations are essential. Amy and I took an olive oil tasting class here that was unbelievably amazing, but again, you have to reserve.] Wine, oil, condiments, pasta, truffles, etc. can also be bought at Antica Cantina del Chianti (piazza Duomo 23/r), a good place to know about in the vicinity of the Duomo with a very friendly staff.

Caffe Rivoire, on piazza della Signoria. is enormously famous for good reasons: it's in an outstanding location, perhaps the best place for a caffe in all of Florence, and the hot chocolate served here is memorable. Yes, it is of course expensive, and not everything is delicious; but you can sit at your table for as long as you want -- remember that, as elsewhere in Europe, it is customary to occupy your table for fifteen minutes or five hours. No one will rush you along as the concept of turning tables rapidly is a purely American concept. You will pay more for what you order if you want to sit at a piazza table (as in other European countries) but you can also sit indoors (less expensive) or stand at the bar (cheaper still). Many people who never walk inside the Caffe don't know that Rivoire also sells nice boxes of chocolates that are quite good. Some of the boxes have pretty scenes of Florence on the lid and are available in several sizes, all of which make great gifts. There are also small individual chocolate bars, good for a pick-me-up in the middle of the day and good for gifts, too. (Of course, if you're visiting in hot weather you'll have to ignore the chocolate.) Memories are made at Rivoire, and though plenty of tourists frequent the caffe, don't let that be the reason not to go.

Cantinetta dei Verrazzano (via dei Tavolini 18/20r) might just be my most favorite eating place in all of Firenze because it works for just about every occasion: whether you just want to stand at the bar and have an espresso or a glass of wine; buy bread and provisions; or sit down and have a delicious but casual meal, the Cantinetta accommodates. An outpost of the Castello di Verrazzano winery in Chianti, the Cantinetta (and the winery) is owned by Cavaliere Luigi and Silvia Cappellini. If the word 'Verrazzano' looks familiar, it is: the original estate was the family home of Giovanni da Verrazzano, who discovered New York harbor (the family name is spelled with two rs and two zs, whereas the well known bridge in New York is spelled with only one z). I had the extreme pleasure of meeting Silvia at the Cantinetta about five years ago and she told me a well known and respected bakery had previously occupied the space (it is still considered an excellent place for bread) but she and Luigi had a vision for the Cantinetta to be the winery's presence in downtown Florence, so they wanted to offer foods that would complement the wine. The only wine sold here is, obviously, from the Castello, and it’s very good (Luigi is a founding member of the Consorzio del Chianti Classico). The wood-burning oven turns out exceptional pizza and the assorted foccacia bites are incredibly delicious (I am partial to one topped with fresh peas and another with mostarda (or it might be quince paste) a slice of pecorino, grated orange peel, and black pepper). There are platters of sliced pork products, salads, and sweet and savory baked goods, and everything is of high quality and prepared fresh. The atmosphere is really warm and fun, with people coming and going all the time. And in case you're wondering about the beautiful wooden objects that line the walls near the ceiling, these are known as pale and I wrote about them for the travel section of The New York Times (September 25, 2005). Silvia told me the idea to feature the pale was Luigi's - he wanted to maintain the old Florentine style, and indeed the pale contribute to that style. I wish there were more places like the Cantinetta in the States. The only one that comes to mind is Eataly in New York. Even in Florence, when the Cantinetta opened in 1992, there was nothing like it, Silvia told me. "Florentines are tough customers," she also said, "but lots of Florentines love this." Stay tuned for a future post on Chianti in which I'll share more about the Castello's wines and the history of the family and the estate, located in Greve (note: there are also agriturismo accommodations on the property).

The very first time I visited Florence I ate nothing except pizza and gelato (and whatever was served at the youth hostel for breakfast). It was all I could afford, but I wasn't complaining. It's one way to get by anyway. Vivoli (via Isole delle Stinche 7r) is the most famous gelato place in the city, and it is really good; but so are some others: Carabè (via Ricasoli 60r, around the corner from the Accademia; and piazza S. Jacopino 9r), which Faith Willinger recommended in her excellent book, Eating in Italy; Antica Gelateria il David (via Sant’Antonino 28r; I don't believe there is a website) and Grom (via del Campanile at via delle Oche). Thank God there are Grom outposts in New York now (Columbus Circle, 2165 Broadway, and 233 Bleecker Street) as well as the outstanding (and my favorite) Il Laboratorio del Gelato (95 Orchard, Broome/Delancey) so that I can, on occasion, feel that I am in Italy, even if just for the time it takes to savor a cup of this delicious gelato.

The thing I love best about eating in Florence is that it has an assortment of very diverse kinds of places, more so than many other cities. As I note in my books, the best way to approach the culinary scene in a place is to vary your dining experiences. Believe me, some food critics I know will also tell you that eating out in fancy, Michelin-starred temples of gastronomy every night is not the way to experience the local cuisine. I Fratellini, (via dei Cimatori 38r) is the kind of quirky, memorable place that makes Florence unique. To use the word 'place' isn't even accurate. I Fratellini is not a restaurant or a trattoria or a caffe; it is, quite literally, a hole in the wall. You simply walk up to the (large) hole and order a simple but delicious sandwich and a glass of wine (I think there is water and maybe soda too) and you stand in the street and eat. The sandwiches are fresh and yummy and you can put your wine glass inside little "shelves" carved into the wall. I Fratellini is open continuously Monday through Saturday from 9 to 8, and as it's in the Centro, you could potentially walk by it several times -- you may have to wait your turn on line, but you never need a reservation. I love this hole in the wall the most because the likelihood that someone could open up something similar in Puritan America is so slim as to be just about impossible. Perhaps in Canada?

Le Volpi e l’Uva (piazza dei Rossi 1r, Oltrarno). Named for Aesop’s The Fox and the Grapes fable, this is a great wine enoteca, very close to the Ponte Vecchio (just off the via Guicciardini). This wine bar has long had a good reputation for introducing lesser known bottles not commonly found elsewhere. It's usually always crowded but very worth checking out. It's easy to make friends here and the prices are a good value.

Enoteca Pinchiorri (via Ghibellina 87) is a top notch restaurant (most definitely not an enoteca -- wine bar -- in its most common form) with three Michelin stars owned and operated by Giorgio Pinchiorri and his wife, Annie Feolde. It is also a member of the prestigious Relais & Chateaux group and another called Traditions & Qualite, an organization founded in 1954 by a group of Parisian restaurateurs with the aim of promoting gastronomy and a specific art de vivre; today there are 144 member restaurants in 23 countries on 3 continents. Someone once asked me why I would recommend such an expensive restaurant in Florence when you can eat such delicious meals for far less and buy such delicious products at food markets. But that is like asking what the difference is between a minor and major league baseball game, or between a college production and a Broadway show. It's true that there are a number of good, moderately priced restaurants in Florence; but a meal at Pinchiorri -- which also is included on lists of Italy's best restaurants year after year -- is an event, and if you would like a real over-the-top dining experience, this is where you will find it in Florence. The story behind Pinchiorri is unusual: Giorgio is a wine aficionado and when he met Annie, whose parents worked for many years at the Hotel Negresco in Nice (where she grew up), she decided she might be able to provide some good food to accompany Giorgio's fine wines....and thus their partnership in life began. Feolde is self taught, so it is quite an accomplishment that she was the first woman chef outside France to receive a Michelin star, as well as the first woman in Italy to be so honored. In a March 2007 interview with The Guardian in London, she said, "our job is to make people very happy and we have to love it ourselves to do that or it doesn't work. If you stop loving the business you have to stop immediately. That is the only way." The cuisine at Pinchiorri is Italian, however, not French, but of course it is Italian expressed in not so traditional ways. Consider some dishes on the menu I kept: agnolotti ravioli filled with ricotta, saffron, mint, and scampi tails; rack of lamb filled with lardo di Colonnata, Jerusalem artichokes and horseradish sauce; pigeon cooked under a bread crust with white beans, olive oil and a liver mousse crouton; duck breast with spices, celery root puree, and meatballs flavored with dates. The wine cellar is, as you might imagine, vast, and note that women are given menus without prices.

Caffe Ricchi (piazza Santo Spirito 9r)is a good place to know about in the Oltrarno, at just about any time of day. I learned about Ricchi from Faith Willinger, who lives nearby, and I'm not sure I would have wandered in otherwise because the exterior is nothing special. But the interior is noteworthy because lining the walls of the Caffe are drawings submitted for proposed facades of the Santo Spirito church, a contest the Caffe sponsored in 1980. If you've seen the church, you know that it has a plain, light beige/pale yellow facade and its surface is smooth -- the church was designed by Filippo Brunelleschi but the facade was never actually completed. Originally the building was rough stone but in the 18th century it was plastered over. Ricchi serves commendable cappucino, lots of other drinks of all kinds, gelato, and light bar food, and in warm weather you can sit in its little garden on the piazza and feel like you're one of the world's luckiest human beings.
If you seek out Mokaflor, on piazza San Marco near where the bus stop is, you will wonder why on earth I mentioned it. It's a sliver of a place, with not much atmosphere; but it represents one of the things I love about Italy: in hundreds of places just like this, including at train and bus stations, your caffe will be served in a real ceramic cup and saucer, not a styrofoam or paper cup, and it will come with a real stainless steel spoon. The coffee will also be delicious. And it will not be expensive.

Procacci (via Tornabuoni 64r) is a small and elegant place sandwiched in between the famous designer stores on tony Tornabuoni (do you love saying 'Tornabuoni' as much as I do?). It is the perfect place to stop when you need to take a break -- sit down at one of the metal tables and order a glass of prosecco and a few of the panini tartufati, truffle paste tea sandwiches. Trust me, one of these is one of the most delicious things you'll ever put in your mouth. It is sublime. Happily, you can buy a tiny jar -- for about $23 -- of mushroom spread, though this isn't exactly the same as the stuff on the sandwiches (and if you ask for the recipe, you'll just be given some very vague directions; I've tried twice to recreate the paste, neither time successfully, but I came close when I mixed the mushroom spread with creme fraiche and minced shallot). My favorite time to come here is mid-morning, about 11:00, when I'm not at all hungry for lunch but the prosecco and panini tartufati are just right for getting my palate ready for lunch a few hours later. The Antinori wine family now owns Procacci, which has been in the truffle business since 1885.

Zibibbo (via di Terzollina 3r, in the suburb of Careggi), named after a grape variety unique to Sicily and the island of Pantelleria, is owned and operated by chef Benedetta Vitali, cofounder of Cibreo (see below) with her former husband, Fabio Picchi. As I note in my book, Zibibbo is used to make table wine and grappa, but it's most commonly used in a strong wine similar to Marsala. Unlike Marsala, spirits aren't added -- and the grapes are partially fermented in the sun, a process that's derived from a formula used in the Middle Ages -- and dried Zibibbo grapes are often used in desserts. If you're getting the feeling that Vitali has an affinity for southern Italy, you're right: she does, but the food she makes at Zibibbo features some familiar Tuscan dishes as well as others with more of a Mediterranean or Near Eastern influence. I was familiar with Vitali's excellent cookbook, Soffritto: Tradition & Innovation in Tuscan Cooking (Ten Speed Press, 2001) before I ever went to Zibibbo, but I loved her voice in the cookbook so I knew I was predisposed to love Zibibbo. It's a really lovely place that envelops you with warmth as soon as you step inside. It's not in the Centro but is a ten minute drive away, not at all a deterrent. Vitali also offers cooking classes -- A Day in the Kitchen and An Afternoon Encounter -- and the next time I'm in Florence I am signing up!

Dolci & Dolcezze (piazza Cesare Beccaria 8r) is a fantastic pasticerria (the name means sweets and sweetness) that would be worth the detour anywhere in the world. It's also a really pretty place that itself looks like a confection with its mint green walls and lace paper doilies. Historically, Italian cuisine is not noteworthy for dessert, but Dolci & Dolcezze defies this culinary footnote and offers outstanding desserts that are every bit as impressive as those found in French patisseries. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've come here for lunch, which consisted of nothing but espresso and treats, like the lemon crostata and torta di cioccolato -- not a bite of anything savory. I just never made it here for breakfast, but one day I will. You can also get sandwiches and champagne but note that there are no tables so you have to be willing to stand at the marble countertop. If you are invited to someone's house for lunch or dinner and don't want to show up emptyhanded, a gift from D&D will be noted and appreciated.

Caffe Coquinarius (via delle Oche 15r) is a great place to know about in the Centro if you just want to take a break or meet someone or have a light meal. It's primarily a wine bar, with wines from Italy and beyond, but there are plenty of people who come just for a coffee. A nice selection of both hot and cold dishes are offered and are rather artfully presented. Coquinarius is a good, reliable caffe very much worth recommending. Maureen B. Fant, one of my favorite food writers and restaurant reviewers, referred to Coquinarius as "a snappy little refuge" and I quite agree.

Fiaschetteria da Nuvoli (piazza dell'Olio 15r) is a surprisingly affordable wine bar/trattoria in the immediate vicinity of the Duomo. I went here the first time because I was fascinated at the time by the word 'fiaschetteria,' which refers to a kind of place that is now rather old-fashioned, one where you could buy and drink wine in flasks. Typically, food wasn't offered at a fiaschetteria, which has as synonyms mescita, bottiglieria, and cantina; but food is definitely offered at Nuvoli, and it's good. Culinary heights aren't aimed for here, just Tuscan and Florentine classics prepared well if not downright lovingly. There are always several pasta dishes and soups, seasonal vegetables, and a choice of a meat course. You can also just stand at the bar and have a glass of wine and a sandwich.

Ristorante Il Latini (via dei Palchetti 6r) is without doubt one of the places most often listed in guidebooks to Florence. And with good reason: it's fun, the food is good and the portions are large, and it's fun. Yes, there are plenty of tourists, and the fact that you have to line up to get in at opening time (7:30) gives you the feeling of a bus package tour. But the truth is that the pappa al pomodoro and ribollita are better here than most versions of it served in North America, and even though a few people have told me they think Il Latini has gone downhill, I still think you can eat a good meal here and it will be memorable. Friendships are forged here, and the communal seating and essentially unlimited bottles of wine make a night at Il Latini great fun.

Buca dell’Orafo (via dei Girolami 28r) is noteworthy because though it’s not a secret to travelers, it is still very much loved by locals, who you will tend to see here at later hours for dinner than earlier in the evening, when there are more tourists. ‘Buca’ refers to hole or cellar (buchi is plural), and indeed this is one of those places where you walk down into it from the street, and was probably once a version of what we might refer to as a “hole in the wall.” The chef has published a cookbook, which you can ask to see (though it’s in Italian), but what’s clear from the book and the menu is that the seasons are very much honored here. This isn’t a fancy place, or a place with inventive dishes, but each dish is prepared with care and each sings of its true flavors. Some of the dishes are Tuscan classics, like ribollita, pappa al pomodoro, and crostini with mashed chicken liver, and when I was last there in the month of May, on the menu for just a few weeks was fresh, shelled fava beans tossed with olive oil and small cubes of young Pecorino cheese, a classic spring dish. It was so memorable, and it tasted so much like primavera, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The atmosphere at Buca dell’Orafo is boisterous and fun, the service is attentive and helpful but the waiters don’t hover, and it’s the kind of place you’ll remember fondly. I for one am anxious to return.

The Cibreo mini-empire -- Cibreo Caffe, Cibreao Ristorante, Cibreo Trattoria (Cibreino), and Cibreo Teatro del Sale -- is the creation of chef Fabio Picchi (though in fairness he and his former wife, Benedetta Vitali, opened Cibreo Ristorante together in 1979). The word 'cibreo' refers to a Tuscan dish of chicken innards and coxcombs that must be ordered three days in advance. I've never tried it, and I'm not sure I would like it, except that I am willing to try anything that comes out of one of Picchi's kitchens. There is no doubt that Picchi is the most famous and most flamboyant chef in Florence, though he is not a graduate of a culinary school. "I am a Florentine and I am a cook" he told Molly O'Neill in a piece entitled, appropriately, "I, Fabio" (The New York Times Magazine, December 18, 1994). What Picchi cooks is food that is local above all, and there is no pasta on the menu at the Ristorante (despite reports that he claimed pasta is not of Tuscan origin, Picchi told a Lonely Planet writer that when he opened Cibreo he only had a wood stove, and to keep water boiling continuously on a woodstove was problematic, so he decided there would be no pasta and soon everyone was talking about this crazy restaurant in Florence with no pasta and it's been his good fortune ever since). Danielle Pergament, also writing for the Times (June 3, 2007), opined that "Fabio Picchi's Cibreo is to food what the Medicis were to housing -- impressive, famous and seemingly everywhere." All the Cibreos are very close to each other in and around the via dei Macci, and via del Verrocchio near the San Ambrogio market (I must also mention that steps away from the Cibreos, on piazza Ghiberti, is one of my favorite stores on earth, Lisa Corti Home Textile Emporium, where you can buy colorful tablecloths to take home for your own great meals). I've only eaten at the Ristorante once, years ago now, and it still stands out in my memory. Some people have told me they feel the Ristorante isn't as good as it used to be; I can neither agree nor disagree as I have only one, incredibly wonderful experience. But I have been more recently to the Caffe and the Trattoria, both of which I thought were terrific, and on my last visit I went to the Teatro del Sale, which I think is my new favorite. It is named Theater of Salt (sale) because "salt is what's needed to bring out the best in food. We try to bring out the best in people. Besides, here in the Mediterranean, salt has been used from the beginning of time as a preservative, and we're trying to preserve what's good in human nature as well as preserving our cultural patrimony." You have to become a member to go to this dinner theater (annual membership: 5 euros, which you pay at the door and you're given a membership card) and you have to be willing to forgo wait service -- everyone sits at communal tables and the food is served buffet style, and all formality is tossed aside as Picchi emerges from the glassed-in kitchen (very cool; I would pay just to watch the goings on here) dramatically bellowing out the name of each dish as it is brought to the buffet tables (I was briefly introduced to him one night before the dinner service began and can report that he seemed larger than life but quite sincere, like he really cared that I was there). At this point, after each new dish is brought out, it can be chaotic and downright competitive as people elbow their way in to the platters and bowls. Those platters and bowls hold some of the most delicious food you will ever eat, and at a cost of about $35 per person, it is positively the best quality-value meal in Florence, perhaps in all of Italy. I hadn't expected the food to be so outstanding -- I lowered my expectations because I thought that for the price the food couldn't possibly be as good -- but it was amazing and I was literally oohing and ahhing the entire time. I don't have my notes with me as I type this, but I remember there were several different kinds of pasta, several meat dishes, a chicken dish, some salads, and some yummy, yummy vegetables. It seemed like about a dozen different dishes were brought out, each one better than the last. Writer Bruce Schoenfeld noted in Wine Spectator (October 31, 2004) that the food at Teatro del Sale is even more rooted in Tuscan tradition than that at Cibreo. "What he does better than anyone else is create dishes that taste like something your Tuscan grandmother might have served to you, though she didn't." In At about 9:30, all of a sudden there is a lot of bustle and all the tables are cleared away and chairs set up in rows facing the stage. This is when the 'teatro' part of the evening begins, and the performances can be anything from Shakespeare to comedy to music. I believe every night the performance is in Italian -- the night I went Picchi's wife, Maria Cassi, a performance artist whose been described as Italy's answer to Robin Williams, had the crowd roaring with laughter at her one woman monologue -- but it really doesn't matter if you can't understand it (I didn't). You really feel you are part of a local tradition (you are). One word of warning: I'd been told that Picchi really takes offense if you walk out during the performance, so be prepared to sit for about an hour or two. All in all, if the prices at the Ristorante are too steep for you, spending an evening at the Teatro allows you to experience food that is equally as delicious for a fraction of the cost at Cibreo and be part of a Florentine theater tradition. Teatro del Sale is also open for breakfast and lunch -- without a performance -- and there is also an appealing selection of culinary specialties in jars, cans, and bottles available for sale in the front room.

Caffe Giacosa (via della Spada 10r) is positively fun and hip, even if I sometimes don't feel hip enough to be here. It didn't used to be so hip -- the Caffe was founded in 1815 and has the distinction of having once had the seal of approval from the royal family. It also was once located in the via Tornabuoni, where it became a prestigious place to see and be seen. The Caffe has the double distinction of being the place where the Negroni cocktail was invented -- at the time, between 1919 and 1920, it was called the Bar Casoni (named after an antique store previously on the site) and the bartender, Fosco Scarselli, made the drink to serve to the count Cammilo Negroni. (it's a delicious drink, though I'd had it many times before I knew its history.) You can still order a Negroni at Giacosa today, along with chocolate, pastries, and lots of savory things. Giacosa is now owned by designer Roberto Cavalli, who is somewhat of a hero for saving the Caffe in the first place (let's face it, he could have closed it for good and allowed it to pass into history). So if the Roberto Cavalli vodka and the chic packaging of the boxes of chocolate seem to be a bit much, just remember what could have been, and besides, you really can eat well here.

Frescobaldi Restaurant and Wine Bar (via dei Magazzini 2-4r) and Cantinetta Antinori in the Palazzo Antinori (via del Trebbio 1r) are both great places for wine lovers and both are in such historic, magnificent, Florentine surroundings. To be truthful, the food's not stellar at either place, and it's expensive for what it is; but you are paying for the surroundings and the wine, and that's enough for me sometimes. A great thing about both, though, is that you have the opportunity to try the Laudemio olive oil, which I first tried in an olive oil tasting at Olio & Convivium. Laudemio is a word used in the Middle Ages referring to the part of the harvest that was mandatorily given to the feudal lord. This part of the harvest was typically the best part, and today the word refers to the choice part of total production. In 1986, a group of about 30 olive growers who owned estates in central Tuscany adopted the word Laudemio for their extra virgin olive oils, which were widely recognized as being of exceptionally high quality and exemplified the character of oils from the region. The growers collectively agreed to the strictest of standards in making their oils at every step of the way, from cultivation and harvesting to extraction. Laudemio therefore refers to the best of the harvest, the cru of the crop. If you try it and like it --- I recommend asking for a small dish of it and dipping some bread in it -- you should consider bringing a bottle home. Pack it in your carry on bag, wrapped in clothing, and you needn't worry about it, and keep in mind that it is significantly cheaper in Italy than in the States. Frescobaldi and Antinori both are among the growers (now numbering about 21) in the Laudemio consortium, so the olive oil used in both restaurants is excellent; but it's really highlighted at Frescobaldi. (Incidentally, I have an excellent and beautiful book by Bona dei Frescobaldi called Italy's Finest (Edizioni del Titano, 2000), which is her personal tour of Italy from Aosta in the north to Palermo in Sicily and including Sardegna. Even though it's eleven years old, many of her recommendations are still worthy, and I consult this book often. I've tried to find more recent editions but haven't been able to track any down.) Note that though both of these wine bar/restaurants are in grand surroundings, they are also informal. And if you happen to be in Zurich, Vienna, or Moscow, there are outposts of the Cantinetta Antinori in those cities, too.

Ristorante Alle Murate (palazzo dell'Arte dei Giudici e Notai, via del Proconsolo 16r) used to be in the via Ghibellina, but the new digs in the former home of the Palace of the Art of Judges and Notaries is far more fabulous (and, you can actually visit the building every day from 9 to 5 by reservation, which I recommend even if you never eat here; there is an audio guide in 7 languages available). The building has been completely restored and is noteworthy for the earliest known portraits of Dante, Bocaccio, and Petrarch. The decor is hard to describe, but it is a really unique blend of contemporary and classic -- picture vaulted ceilings with frescoes and modern, glass cubes, and there is nothing else quite like it in Florence. The cooking is probably best described as nouvelle, though I tend to dislike that word; but under the direction of Giovanna Iorio the nouvelle dishes are great, some producing wows, and it isn't contrived.

Enoteca Baldovino (via San Giuseppe 18r) and Trattoria Baldovino (across the street, at number 22) are in the vicinity of Santa Croce, and I've actually never eaten at the Trattoria because the first time I went I hadn't made a reservation and of course it was fully booked and I couldn't get a table, so I just retreated to the Enoteca and had a really swell time. The second time I went to the Enoteca I had no intention of eating at the Trattoria as I had reservations elsewhere and didn't even try to get a table. Both Baldovinos and Beccofino (in the Oltrarno at piazza Scarlatti 1, where I haven't yet been) are owned by David Gardner, a Scottish restaurateur. I love the Enoteca because it has a great vibe and I was able to taste several great wines by the glass that were all new to me, accompanied by terrific nibbles. If the Enoteca is any indication of the food served at the Trattoria, and I believe it is, I know a good meal awaits me on my next visit.

Trattoria Sostanza (via del Porcellana 25r) has been in business since 1869 and is still turning out basic Tuscan trattoria dishes and it is still almost always crowded, with both locals and visitors. It's sometimes referred to as Il Troia -- the trough -- because of the long wooden bench against one wall that most diners sit on (some locals reportedly have their own tables reserved for them on the opposite side of the room). The kitchen is noted for its grilled steak, which I don't eat (though friends I was with loved it), but I ordered the petti di pollo al burro (chicken breasts cooked in butter) and thought it was one of the top three chicken dishes I've ever eaten in my life (the other two being at Chez Panisse in Berkeley and at a little cafe in St.-Paul-de- Vence, the name of which I will have to find in my files). This dish rather knocked my socks off, while everything else was good but not great. But I'd go back in a second.

Trattoria 13 Gobbi (via del Porcellana 9r) is near Sostanza and appears to be nearly as crowded, though I think it is less slightly well known among foreigners. 'Gobbi' means hunchbacks, and a Florentine friend told me hunchbacks are thought to be lucky in Italy. What I do know is that it's historically been popular with artist and actor types, and that I love it. When I visited Barbara Ohrbach -- author of Dreaming of Florence, Dreaming of Tuscany, and about twenty terrific lifestyle books -- when she was living in Florence, we had dinner here on my last night and it was so good and so much fun. Most of the tables are very close together and the decor is a bit chaotic, with lots of bottles and artwork and antiques and stuff hanging from the ceiling; but the service is not at all chaotic, and there's an interior courtyard at the back with a little more space.

Cammillo Trattoria (borgo San Jacopo 57r) opened in 1945 under the direction of Cammillo Tesi, and it has for many, many of those years been a favorite place to eat for locals and foreigners, notably a number of Americans. If some of those local patrons no longer frequent the trattoria I think it is their loss: the food's very, very good here, and the third generation of the family is in charge now showing the same care for the food and the service. Cammillo feels like an old house, which I suppose it once was -- the building dates back to the 15th century. You walk through the front room, which is often full, and then there is a series of smaller rooms -- if you're lucky you might get one of these all to yourselves, and in one of them you can see a sliver of the Arno even though you're not on the river side of the street. I've not only eaten well here, but each time a feeling of utter contentment lingered with me long after I left the restaurant. I have a soft spot in my heart for Cammillo and I hope it continues for many more generations.

****Sources I continue to use to insure all my meals are great in Florence:

Eating in Italy: A Traveler's Guide to the Hidden Gastronomic Pleasures of Northern Italy, Faith Heller Willinger, (Morrow, 1998). Yes, it's still a great book, and Willinger's website (with details on her cooking classes in her Florentine kitchen) is http://www.faithwillinger.com/.



The Food Lover's Guide to Florence with Culinary Excursions in Tuscany, 2nd edition, Emily Wise Miller (Ten Speed, 2007); Emily's blog is www. florencefoodie.wordpress.com.


Italy for the Gourmet Traveler, Fred Plotkin (Little, Brown, 2007). To borrow a phrase from a reviewer, "In Fred We Trust." And there you have it.


Louis Vuitton European Cities Guides, published annually (Louis Vuitton). Florence isn't regularly included in each boxed set of guides -- the cities selected are meant to change, though Paris, for obvious reasons, is always included -- but even the older recommendations hold up.


Trattorias of Rome, Florence, and Venice, Maureen B. Fant (HarperCollins, 2001). Fant lives in Rome and is well traveled throughout Italy and has written about Florentine restaurants frequently for The New York Times. There are 39 pages of Florence recommendations in this book.


























































































Thursday, November 12, 2009

And, still continuing with the rest of my presentation:

*Sempre Diritto! is a phrase you may hear in Venice, especially as a reply when you ask for directions. The back story, as adapted from Jan Morris: the first assault on Venice was made by Pepin, son of Charlemagne, in 809. The legend of his rebuff symbolizes the Venetians’ canny sense of self-defense. The original capital of Venice was the island of Malamocco, now vanished, half a mile off the Lido. The Venetian government at this time was more afraid of enemies from the mainland, not from the Adriatic, so Malamocco was perfect because it was as deep in the sea as possible. Pepin wanted to humble the Venetians, and he attacked the settlements from the seaward side and then finally faced the island of Malamocco. The government abandoned its then exposed headquarters and withdrew across the mud flats, through intricate shallow channels that only the Venetians understood, to a group of islands in the very center of the lagoon, called Rivo Alto – Rialto. Pepin took Malamocco and prepared to cross the lagoon in pursuit, but one old woman – so the story goes – stayed behind in Malamocco, determined to do or die, and when she was asked, “Which is the way to Rivo Alto?” she answered, knowing how dangerous the mud flats were and how turbulent the tide was, “Sempre Diritto!” – and Pepin’s fleet instantly ran aground and was ambushed by the Venetians and utterly humiliated. As Morris has noted, "no enemy has ever succeeded in taking Venice by storm." Indeed.


*The Ca'Rezzonico is to me the most splendid palace on the Grand Canal. A tablet records that Robert Browning died there, which is true, and according to J. G. Links in his incomparable book Venice for Pleasure, every gondolier and most guidebooks will tell you that Browning also owned the palazzo but he didn’t – it was bought in 1887 by his son, Pen, who restored it and redecorated it with such success that Henry James wrote, “what he has done here with the splendid Palazzo Rezzonico transcends description for beauty.” When you walk up the stone staircase you enter a huge ballroom that is completely frescoed in beautiful pastel shades with a grand Tiepolo ceiling of a god driving a chariot with galloping horses. What few visitors there are here probably don't know that all of this was restored by the America-Italy Society of Philadelphia in 1974. Other rooms contain a series of small paintings by Francesco Guardi. Together they represent one of the most valuable records we have of 18th century Venetian life -- there are ladies taking their moring cups of hot chocolate, others at their toilette, a family receiving visitors, and maked revelers at Carnevale, which then lasted six months. But perhaps the very best reason to come to the Ca'Rezzonico is that you can poke your head out the open windows and take in the view, and feel, just for a few minutes, what it might be like to live there.


*John Ruskin thought the Scuola di San Rocco was one of the three most precious buildings in the world, with the Sistine Chapel and the Campo Santo of Pisa. It is a treasure, and its history is interesting: the Archbrotherhood of Saint Roch was the wealthiest of the six scuole grandi, which were unique to Venice in that they were both repositories of art treasures and social institutions and obeyed the State rather than the church. But the real reason to come here is to see the magnificent paintings of Tintoretto, which literally cover the ceilings and walls of the ground floor hall and great upper hall. And a very thoughtful touch is the mirrors found in the corners of each room, allowing one to see the paintings on the ceiling without having to crane your neck or lie on the floor.


*The last “undiscovered” aspect of Venice I’m going to mention is that of its longstanding, historical relationship with the nations of the Levant -- the Eastern Mediterranean – and the Muslim lands further east. Wordsworth noted of Venice in the 18th century, “Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee,’ and John Ruskin, in The Stones of Venice, originally published in 1851, recognized that Venetian medieval architecture was profoundly influenced by the Orient, and Deborah Howard notes in her excellent and more recent book, Venice & The East (Yale University Press, 2000), evidence of trade between Venice and the Islamic world dates back at least to the ninth century, and there were for many, many years about 200,000 Venetians living in Constantinople. Jan Morris, in her wonderful book The World of Venice, reminds us that “For more than a thousand years Venice was something unique among the nations, half eastern, half western, half land, half sea, poised between Rome and Byzantium, between Christianity and Islam, one foot in Europe, the other paddling in the pearls of Asia.” She continues by noting that “In Venice the Orient began. Marco Polo was a Venetian, and Venetian merchants, searching for new and profitable lines of commerce, traveled widely throughout central Asia. Decked in Oriental fineries, Venice became the most flamboyant of all cities… She was a treasure-box. Venice was ruined, in the long run, by the Muslim capture of Constantinople in 1453, which ended her supremacy in the Levant; and by da Gama’s voyage to India in 1498, which broke her monopoly of the Oriental trade: but for another three centuries she retained her panache and her pageantry, and she keeps her gilded reputation still.”

Though scholars have long recognized the seminal roles of Spain and Sicily in studies of east-west contacts in the Middle Ages, their roles are a little different as they were both subject to direct Muslim domination. Venice wasn’t the only Italian city engaged in eastern trade: Amalfi, Otranto, and especially Pisa and Genoa were all heavily involved at times, but the Crusaders all departed from Venice as it was then the eastern shore of Europe; Venetian merchants were active in places like Cairo, Alexandria, Istanbul, Bursa, Acre, Damascus, Aleppo, Trebizond, and Tabriz; and according to Philippe de Montebello, director of The Metropolitan Museum of Art and writing in the foreword to Venice and the Islamic World, 828-1797, also the name of an exhibit, “No other city in Western Europe cultivated as assiduously and successfully a Levantine trade and diplomatic network as Venice, and, as the Byzantine Empire gradually gave way to Islamic sultanates in the region, Venetians came increasingly into contact with Muslims and their ideas, culture, and way of life. Venice’s prosperity depended almost entirely on her role as Europe’s gateway to the richer civilizations in the East.” Montebello also notes that many works of Islamic art now in major Western museums passed through Venice and were acquired there in the 18th and 19th centuries.

Trade was the number one reason for Venice’s Eastern look and feel. Trade not only offered Venetian merchants the experience of visiting and living in the East but also created the wealth to sustain the building activity. In the year 1343, during negotiations to revive the Alexandria galley route – which had been interrupted for twenty years due to a papal ban on Moslem trade – the Venetian Senate made a formal declaration that was echoed in its official documents over the centuries:

“Since by the Grace of God our city has grown and increased by the labors of merchants creating traffic and profits for us in diverse parts of the world by land and sea and this is our lie and that of our sons, because we cannot live otherwise and know not how except by trade, therefore we must be vigilant in all our thoughts and endeavors, as our predecessors were, to make provision in every way lest so much wealth and treasure should disappear.”

As Deborah Howard also notes, “Trade was part of the creation myth of Venice, and its successful continuation into the future an article of faith: as a 15th century diarist Marin Sanudo observed, ‘It is worthy of note that, just as they have been merchants from the beginning, so the Venetians continue to be from year to year.’

I was stunned when I learned that a very large number of people – I no longer remember the number, but it’s huge – come to Venice and never leave piazza San Marco. That’s a shame of course, as much as I too think San Marco is an extraordinary piazza, but I wonder how many of those visitors know that the piazza is very similar to the courtyard of the Great Umayyad Mosque in Damascus – the succession of double arches over every single arch was adopted as the basic theme for piazza San Marco. And the profusion of mosaics on the outside of San Marco, lifts the building right out of its Byzantine heritage into Islamic tradition. In Byzantium, even its most splendid church, Hagia Sophia known as Aya Sofya today, had a plain exterior; but by bringing color into the open arena of the piazza, the façade of San Marco extends the realm of the sacred into the forecourt just as the Great Umayyad Mosque or the Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem project a sacred aura of glittering color. The East displayed a kaleidoscopic brilliance to the European visitor, and merely by importing marbles, textiles, and spices, Venice could transport the rainbow palette of the Orient on to her own soil. Not by chance has the love of color become a commonplace in studies of Venetian art and architecture. And in fact Venetian color is the subject of another great resource for looking more closely at some familiar sites, Venetian Colour: Marble, Mosaic, Painting and Glass 1250-1550 by Paul Hills (Yale University Press, 1999). Hills notes that in San Marco, “Saracenic, oriental, and Western sources are interwoven in a visual bricolage.” The very first time I visited Venice and stood inside San Marco I immediately felt that it was different in a way I couldn’t put my finger on, and I wasn’t even sure I was still in Italy. Four months later I was in Istanbul, and it was then, when I was inside Aya Sofya, that I was reminded of San Marco and I knew that what I couldn’t put my finger on was that San Marco felt Eastern. (And by the way, my most favorite feature of San Marco is the floor, with its beautiful stone mosaics. I was happy to discover that J. G. Links wrote, “Of all the postcards sold in Venice, my own favorites are those of the floor of St. Mark’s. This marvelous fllor is of unfailing interest without turning it into a game, but a piquancy can be added by setting out to find the piece represented. The cards may be bought from the staff at the entrance and, if absolutely necessary, the stall-keeper may be prepared to tell you where to look for the original if he has had a good lunch.”)

There are likely not two other cities in the world more entwined together than Venice and Istanbul. I think it doesn’t take long to realize that you can’t absorb one city without also absorbing the other. In Eye of the Beholder: Masterpieces from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, writer Alan Chong notes that “Mrs. Gardner understood that Islamic art was intimately connected with Venice. One expects to find Islamic objects in Mrs. Gardner’s museum, as one might have in a Venetian palazzo.” And in Orhan Pamuk’s My Name is Red, the underlying theme is the court-appointed artists’ struggle with true representation versus the Islamic-mandated ban on realistic likeness. “Believe me, none of the Venetian masters have your poetic sensibility, your conviction, your sensitivity, the purity and brightness of your colors, yet their paintings are more compelling because they more closely resemble life itself. They don’t paint the world as seen from the balcony of a minaret, ignoring what they call perspective; they depict what’s seen at street level, or from the inside of a prince’s room, taking in his bed, quilt, desk, mirror, his tiger, his daughter and his coins. They include it all, as you know. I’m not persuaded by everything they do. Attempting to imitate the world directly through painting seems dishonorable to me. I resent it. But there’s an undeniable allure to the paintings they make by those new methods. They depict what the eye sees just as the eye sees it. Indeed, they paint what they see, whereas we paint what we look at…One day everyone will paint as they do. When ‘painting’ is mentioned, the world will think of their work! Even a poor foolish tailor who understands nothing of illustrating will want such a portrait so he might be convinced, upon seeing the unique curve of his nose, that he’s not an ordinary simpleton, but an extraordinary man.”

Rosamond Mack, author of still another fascinating work, Bazaar to Piazza: Islamic Trade and Italian Art, 1300-1600 (University of California Press, 2002) note that “the Ottomans permitted the Venetians to establish consulates in Cairo and Aleppo, the first the principal market for spices, the second for cotton and silk arriving by caravan.”

La Serenissima was touched in seemingly endless ways by Islamic culture, and visitors to Venice today can still see them – they’re detailed and illustrated in the first article in the handout, which you can read later – it’s not only useful to take with you on a trip to Venice but is interesting to read as an armchair traveler. (By the way, the article is from a magazine I only learned about a few years ago called Saudi Aramco World. It, too, is fairly undiscovered and may be of interest to you – though I was at first skeptical about the magazine’s mission, connected as it is to a fabulously wealthy oil company, the articles are extremely well written and a subscription is complimentary.)

If I’ve spent a lot of time on this one aspect, it’s because I feel it’s not only fascinating but important. As Philippe de Montebello also noted, “the exhibition encourages us all to view art across cultures and without bias.” And I leave this aspect with some wonderful words from Jan Morris:

“For if you shut your eyes very hard, and forget the price of coffee, you may see a vision of another Venice. She became great as a market city, poised between East and West, between Crusader and Saracen, between white and brown: and if you try very hard, allowing a glimmer of gold from the Basilica to seep beneath your eyelids, and a fragrance of cream to enter your nostrils, and the distant melody of a café pianist to orchestrate your thoughts – if you really try, you can imagine her a noble market-place again. In these incomparable palaces, East and West might meet once more, to fuse their philosophies at last, and settle their squalid bickerings. In these mighty halls the senate of the world might deliberate, and in the cavernous recesses of the Basilica, glimmering and aromatic, all the divinities might sit in reconciliation. Venice is made for greatness, a God-built city, and her obvious destiny is mediation. She only awaits a summons. But if you are not the visionary kind – well, pay the man, don’t argue, take a gondola into the lagoon and watch her magical silhouette sink into the sunset: still, after a thousand years, one of the supreme sights of civilization.”

Florence

*Accademia della Crusca – or simply, La Crusca – was founded in Florence in 1582 and is Europe’s oldest language academy, older even than the better known Academie Française. Its founders were a group of five, fun-loving Florentine intellectuals who mocked the excessive seriousness of the Accademia Fiorentina, founded in 1541 and no longer in existence. Leonardo Salviati, a man of letters and a grammarian, joined in 1583, and the group’s aim became the preservation of the purity of the Italian language as exemplified by the 14th century writers Boccaccio, Petrarca, and Dante. La Crusca also sought to raise the Tuscan dialect to the status of official language. Tuscan has been dominant since the 13th century and was endorsed as the official language of Italy after the country’s unification. (Dante especially is credited with standardizing the Italian language.) Salviati interpreted in a new sense the name of crusca (bran), as if to say that the Academy should separate good language from bad, separate the literary wheat from the linguistic chaff. The crusconi (bran flakes) decided that each member should be given a nickname, a motto in the vernacular, and a symbol linked to the cultivation of wheat (Salviati’s was L’Infarinato, “the floured one”).

I first learned about La Crusca because of an object I saw in the window of a wonderful Florentine art gallery, Ducci (Lungarno Corsini 24r / (39) 055.214.550 / http://www.duccishop.com/). I related this tale in a piece for Dream of Italy and for a ‘Foraging’ column I wrote for the travel section of The New York Times (September 25, 2005), so I won’t repeat every detail here; but the object I refer to was beautiful – it was made of wood, it was edged in gold leaf, it bore Italian words and featured a painting of a loaf of bread….I loved it, but had no idea what it was. I later learned the object is a pala (plural is pale), a baker’s shovel that is the symbol of La Crusca. (In addition to the pala images here, you can also see a number of pale lining the walls at Cantinetta di Verrazzano – one of my most favorite eateries in Florence at via dei Tavolini 18/20r – and in the pages of Elizabeth David’s Italian Cooking.) Ducci is, to the best of my knowledge, the only place in Italy where pale may be purchased, and each pala takes three artisans two months to make: one carves the wood, another applies the gold leaf, and a third paints one of the 156 La Crusca designs (note that there is no official partnership between Ducci and La Crusca as the Academy is a non-profit organization).

I visited the headquarters of Accademia della Crusca, located in the Villa di Castello, just outside of Florence (Castello is a Medici villa notable for its gardens, and the fact that Botticelli’s ‘Primavera’ and ‘Birth of Venus’ once hung here). I’d made an appointment to see the Sala delle Pale, a beautiful room where all the pale are hung on the walls and the chairs of the Crusca members – stools with baker’s shovels as their backrests – line the perimeter of the sala. The original dictionaries are kept here as well – I marveled as I was shown original, leather-bound volumes of all the dictionaries, as well as all the written material of the Academy.

Ducci displays between a dozen and 16 pale at any time, and a small one costs approximately 375 euros while a large one is about 562 euros. I have two in my dining room, and they are stunning , even more beautiful than the one I first glimpsed in Ducci’s window. Ducci also has a number of contemporary pieces of art, as well as a great selection of Florentine and Tuscan etchings and an assortment of painted wooden boxes made to imitate marble, in the patterns of notable Florentine churches.

Today La Crusca is active in organizing museum exhibitions, notably Settimana della Lingua Italiana nel Mondo (Week of the Italian Language in the World, 2002); maintaining an archive and biblioteca virtuale; and publishing a semiannual newsletter, La Crusca Per Voi, dedicated to enthusiasts of Italian. Villa di Castello and the La Crusca offices are not open to the public without an appointment, but visiting the Villa's gardens does not require one (www.polomuseale.firenze.it/musei/villacastello). The bus ride from S. Maria Novella station, on bus #28, takes about twenty minutes; ask the driver to announce the Castello stop. (http://www.accademiadellacrusca.it/)


*The Badia and the Bargello. It took ten trips to Florence for me to finally visit the Badia Fiorentina and the Bargello, not because I didn’t try but because of their hours: the Bargello is open daily from 8:15 a.m. to 1:50 p.m., but is closed the second and fourth Monday of the month and the first, third, and fifth Sunday of the month. The Badia – or rather the interior of the church – is only open on Monday afternoons – but don’t quote me on any of this. Both are frequently on many insiders’ short lists of favorite things in Florence, and now I can say that they’re on mine, too.

The exterior of the Badia, or abbey, isn’t particularly beautiful, but its cloister is, and the best known work of art inside the Badia is Filippino Lippi’s ‘Vision of Saint Bernard,’ which is truly worth an effort to see and is in excellent condition. The Bargello was inaugurated by King Vittorio Emmanuele II as the National Museum in 1865, and today it is home to the finest collection of Renaissance sculpture in all of Italy, and is to sculpture what the Uffizi is to painting. It has what I sometimes refer to as the Hit Parade of Masterpieces, with works by Michelangelo, Donatello, and Benvenuto Cellini, all of them remarkable. But actually I think what I love most of all is the interior courtyard, which is stunning – I could sit in it all day long, and even if I came here and never left it, I would consider the visit complete.

But the really interesting point about both of these notable buildings is the relationship they have to each other, as R. W. B. Lewis recounts in his wonderful book, The City of Florence. You may already know that the Bargello was originally named Palazzo del Capitano del Popolo – palace of the elected representative of captain of the people. It was the first specifically and designedly civic building to be constructed in Florence, as the magistrates met previously in rented private houses or churches or the Bishop’s palace. It was by intention a fortress-like building, militant-looking, even aggressive, and later became a prison. But it did not, as Lewis notes, stand in a hostile relation to the Badia across from it. Rather it “engaged in a kind of urban dialogue with the slim bell tower of the Badia – stoutly maintaining the rights and powers of the civic, as it were, but participating with the religious in the total urban enterprise. The dialogue is visible from many vantage points in the city: the Bargello and the Badia constitute the most striking pair of adjacent and contrasting monuments in all of Florence. And as you gaze upward from the second-story balcony of the Cloister of Oranges in the abbey, the Bargello tower and the Badia spire seem actually to be bending toward each other, caught up in an unending conversation.” Lewis clarifies this further when he explains that the current Badia campanile was rebuilt in 1330 after its 10th century predecessor was half destroyed during an anti-Benedictine uprising in 1307. It is topped by a very sharp steeple, above which there turns and twists a weather vane in the form of an angel: and hence the old Florentine expression, “to waver like the angel of the Badia,” a saying which I would refer to as “undiscovered” as I suspect most visitors have never heard of it.

Lewis refers to the urban rectangle of Orsanmichele, the cathedral, Badia-Bargello, and Palazzo Vecchio as the “defining urban statement of medieval Florence,” which leaves us with a vision that puts it all into perspective, one that encourages us to make every effort to visit the Badia and the Bargello.


*Buca dell’Orafo is a restaurant (via dei Girolami 28r, Florence, 055.213619) that is noteworthy because though it’s been recommended in a number of guidebooks, it is still very much loved by locals, who you will tend to see here at later hours for dinner than earlier in the evening, when there are more tourists. ‘Buca’ refers to hole or cellar, and indeed this is one of those places where you walk down into it from the street, and was probably once a version of what we might refer to as a “hole in the wall.” The chef has published a cookbook, which you can ask to see (though it’s in Italian), but what’s clear from the book and the menu is that the seasons are very much honored here. This isn’t a fancy place, or a place with inventive dishes, but each dish is prepared with care and each sings of its true flavors. Some of the dishes might be referred to as peasant dishes – you’ll find Tuscan classics like ribollita, pappa al pomodoro, and crostini with mashed chicken liver – and when I was last there in May, on the menu for just a few weeks was fresh, shelled fava beans tossed with olive oil and small cubes of young Pecorino cheese, a classic spring dish. It was so memorable, and it tasted so much like primavera, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The atmosphere at Buca dell’Orafo is boisterous and fun, the service is attentive and helpful but not the waiters don’t hover, and it’s the kind of place you’ll remember and want to return to.

*Accommodations: I do not buy into the idea that accommodations are only places to sleep --- where you stay can be one of the most memorable parts of your trip, and the staff at your chosen accommodation can be enormously helpful in making your trip special. Deciding where to stay should not be taken lightly and deserves your best research efforts. Accommodations are not in short supply in Florence, and though some places to stay that I very much like and recommend are in the Centro, this also means that they’re more often than not very “discovered.” Two of my most favorite accommodation choices aren’t in the Center and are therefore a little less discovered, even though each has received much publicity in the States. The first is actually not one but a quartet of charming residences, or residenzi · Johanna, Johlea I and II, and Antica Firenze (http://www.johanna.it/). Partners Lea Gulmanelli and Johanan Vitta are the proprietors of these charming lodgings, all within a few blocks of each other near piazza San Marco. Each residenza occupies a portion of a floor in an old palazzo, so guests feel more like residents in a building – you’re given a set of keys for the portal, entrance hall, and main door, as well as one for your individual room. The bedrooms are inviting and furnished with old, quality pieces, and each residenza has cozy sitting rooms -- Johlea II also has a great rooftop terrace. Johanna I and II, the originals in this family of residenzi, are the farthest away from the city center, but with such affordable prices they are worth the longer walk or taxi ride. The newest residenza in the group, Antica Firenze, is the jewel in the crown. The six double rooms are painted in pastel colors and are, as Lea Gulmanelli told me, decorated the way she would want rooms in her own home to feel – stylish and comfortable. Antica Firenze is priced a little higher but also has more amenities, such as a full and very nice breakfast (only instant coffee and packaged biscuits are provided at the other residences), direct dial telephones, satellite television with DVD, modem connection, and hand woven linens and silk fabrics. Guests who prefer to stay at full service hotels may not find these residenzi to their taste (no concierge after 7:30 p.m., no credit cards accepted) but they represent one of the best values in the city. And, visitors who may wish to stay in the surrounding Chianti countryside may be happy to know about the group’s cousin, Villa Il Poggiale, in San Casciano val di Pesa (17 kilometers from Florence, http://www.villailpoggiale.it/). The 14th century villa was once owned by the Ricasoli-Ruccelai family, and has rooms, suites, apartments, and a swimming pool. Rates for the Florentine lodgings range from 60 euros to 120 euros per night.

My absolute favorite place to stay in Florence is most definitely a splurge: ·Torre di Bellosguardo (via Roti Michelozzi 2, 055.229.8145 / fax: 055.229.008 / http://www.torrebellosguardo.com/). I love saying the name Bellosguardo, and I love daydreaming about Bellosguardo. And hardly a day goes by that I don’t wish I was there. Bellosguardo (“beautiful view”) may be an understatement, as the view of Florence from up here is astonishing, taking in every single Florentine monument, and is without doubt the very best view of the city anywhere (everyone will tell you and all the guidebooks say that piazzale Michelangelo offers the best views of the city, but trust me, it isn’t even a contender). Guido Cavalcanti – a celebrated poet of a noble family and a friend of Dante – chose the original fortress on this hill, above Porta Romana, to expand upon and create a hunting lodge/home. Later it was confiscated by Cosimo de’ Medici, and later still it became the property of the Michelozzi family, who retained it until the end of the 16th century, when Galileo reportedly set up his telescope here and scanned the heavens. (After such an illustrious history, it’s hard to imagine that Bellosguardo housed German officers in the torre (“tower”) during World War II, and that it became a boarding house and a school in the post-war years when the owner, German Baroness Marion Hornstein – who received the property after a divorce settlement from her husband, Giorgio Franchetti – couldn’t afford to keep it.) This exquisite villa is still a peaceful respite from the city below, with stunning gardens, a pool, and an avenue of cypresses to greet visitors. To say it’s a special place is yet another understatement. Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote of it, “…From Tuscan Bellosguardo, where Galileo stood at nights to take / The vision of the stars, we have found it hard, / Gazing upon the earth and heavens, to make / A choice of beauty.” Bellosguardo is now owned by Amerigo Franchetti, who, in 1980, decided to return what then was his rundown family inheritance to its former splendor.

When I visit Bellosguardo I am reminded of a passage in Marina Belozerskaya’s The Arts of Tuscany: From the Etruscans to Ferragamo: the “links between man and nature, city and countryside, natural and man-made creations have always remained intimate in Tuscany, and endlessly generative. The countryside is what Tuscans see just beyond their city walls, traverse as they go to the next town, or look forward to visiting on the weekend.” For when you are looking out at the panorama from the garden (which is really a series of terraces that tumble down the hill) or from the second floor veranda, you see clearly that the city of Florence is encircled by green hills – there is a marked boundary between city and country. If this were a North American city, there would likely be no end in sight of the surrounding sprawl.

The Bellosguardo staff is wonderfully helpful but understands that most guests seek privacy here. Each of the bedrooms (1 single, 8 doubles, and 7 suites) is a little world unto itself -- more like a living area than just a bedroom – and each is uniquely appointed with uncommon decorative details, and features like painted wooden beams, gilded four poster beds, or a 16th century rosette-studded ceiling. Each room has a view, either of the city or the garden or the surrounding countryside. The room beneath the torre is the most requested, and the room inside the tower is the most magnificent, on two levels with a sitting room (perfect for a small festa!) and views all around. A subterranean sports center, complete with sauna, pool, gym, and Jacuzzi, is a recent addition, and breakfast is served on the veranda or in the dining room and often includes seasonal fruit from the orchard. There is no restaurant (though one is being considered) but this is hardly an inconvenience as Florence is a ten minute cab ride away (or a twenty minute walk down the footpath). A reviewer once noted that in those ten minutes “lies all that is unique in this superb hotel. A recent visitor summed up the experience poetically. ‘Staying here in Bellosguardo,’ she wrote in the guest book, ‘is nothing short of touching eternity.’

At Bellosguardo, you feel from the minute you walk in the front door that you have stepped very far back in Florentine time, “you can feel the history” as one staff member told me. It’s incomparable, but it’s not luxurious: some of the linen napkins have holes in them, the tables wobble on the terraced veranda, and, on my last visit, outside telephone service was out and my friends didn’t have a sufficient supply of hot water in the shower (and, you have to come to terms, or not, with the parrot in the ballroom lobby: on my first visit I didn’t know about the parrot, and when it squawked, loudly, I nearly fell over). But I gladly accept all these (minor) shortcomings for the opportunity to stay at this remarkable haven. In looking over my notes from my last visit, I jotted down, “you don’t come here for luxe, chic, or a restaurant. It’s all about the view, the tranquility, and hearing the birds sing.”


*Further about accommodations I’ll mention some very good sources for places to stay that are unique: Bed and Blessings – Italy: A Guide to Convents and Monasteries Available for Overnight Lodgings (June Walsh and Anne Walsh, Paulist Press, 1999); The Guide to Lodging in Italy’s Monasteries: Inexpensive Accommodations, Remarkable Historic Buildings, Unforgettable Settings (Eileen Barish, Anacapa Press, Scottsdale, 1999); Books by Alastair Sawday, Special Places to Stay: Italy and his more recent Go Slow Italy: Special Places to Stay, Slow Travel and Slow Food (http://www.sawdays.co.uk/ / distributed in the U.S. by Globe Pequot Press); Charming Small Hotel Guides: Tuscany and Umbria (edited by Andrew Duncan, Duncan Petersen Publishing; www.charmingsmallhotels.co.uk). This series, founded by Andrew Duncan and Mel Petersen in 1986 in the UK, deserves to be better known: the inspectors “go to great pains to try to get under the skin of each hotel; to draw a word-sketch of what the hotel really is,” and they are not afraid to mention any drawbacks of particular lodgings; Hello Italy! Best Budget Hotels (Margo Classé, www.helloeurope.com). Classé has mostly traveled alone to not only Italy but other European destinations as well, and she has an uncanny ability to ferret out inexpensive but clean and attractive lodgings. Of the sixteen Italian cities featured in this book there are listings for Cortona, Florence, Lucca, Assisi, Perugia, and Siena; Italian Bed and Breakfasts: A Caffeletto Guide (Michele Ballarati, Anne Marshall, and Margherita Piccolomini, Rizzoli 2006). Whether you reserve directly with the owners or request that Caffeletto make the reservation for you there is no extra charge. Caffeletto (http://www.caffeletto.it/) is Italy’s most successful bed-and-breakfast chain, founded by Michele Ballarati and Margherita Piccolomini (Anne Marshall provides the English text for the books). Caffeletto guides were the first high end guides to b&bs in Italy; Italian Hideaways: Discovering Enchanting Rooms and Private Villas (Meg Nolan, photography by David Cicconi, Rizzoli, 2007), features twelve places to stay in Tuscany and one in Umbria. Melissa Biggs Bradley, former editor-in-chief of Town & Country Travel and now editor of the online travel website Indagare, wrote the foreword to this lovely and useful book and notes that “staying in small, tucked-away hotels or renting a private villa is clearly one of the most authentic and inspiring ways to obtain an intimate view of Italy and her many-faceted charms”; Karen Brown guides (http://www.karenbrown.com/). I have found some of the most wonderful places to stay with the help of Karen Brown’s guides. There are no photographs of the properties in the books – but I think the line drawings suffice – and in addition to the thorough descriptions of lodgings (some of which are in palazzi, old mills, and buildings of historic significance), there are a number of useful tips offered that don’t appear in other guides.


My most favorite specialty hotel group for Italian accommodations is Abitare la Storia (literally “to live in history,” http://www.abitarelastorie.it/). This Hospitality in Historic Houses association was founded in 1995 and features independently owned hotels, restaurants, and historical residences in both rural and urban areas. All are in buildings of notable architectural and scenic beauty, and each is unique. I have stayed at a number of Abitare properties and each one was memorable (and there were few, if any, North Americans). A unique aspect of the member properties is that they are owned and run by the owners themselves -- known as appassionati proprietari (“passionate owners”) – and they have renovated their homes, manor houses, palazzi, castles, and monasteries with care.


* Like Kathy, and many of us here, author Barbara Ohrbach Dreams of Italy, and on the heels of her successful book Dreaming of Tuscany she has just published Dreaming of Florence, published by Rizzoli. The subtitle alone tells you why this book is a must-have: Renaissance Treasures, Rooms with a View, Exquisite shops, secret gardens, stylish restaurants, artisanal crafts, delightful day trips. I’ve known Barbara for about ten years and in May I visited her in Florence at the apartment she rented. She felt that the only way to complete this book was to live there, so she moved in a year and a half ago. Can you imagine how wonderful an experience this is? There is such an overwhelming number of things to see and do in Florence, but when you have more than a year in which to do them, you can take your time and make many undiscovered discoveries.

I feature an interview in my upcoming book with Barbara, and one question I asked her was, What are some of your longtime most favorite things in Florence that you’ve been returning to over the years? She replied, “In this rapidly changing world, Florence is unique in that there are so many places we visited years ago that are still there, being run by the same family, just a different generation. The great museums are still there, of course, but spruced up, like the Bargello and the science museum La Specola – their essence has not changed. Trattorias like Camillo’s, Buca del Orafo, and Sostanza have been there for generations and are still good and delicious, maintaining traditional Tuscan tradition. Rivoire and Gilli are still the most popular caffes, and shops like Loretta Caponi with luscious handmade lingerie, baby clothes, table linens still going strong and run by her daughter. The Officina Santa Maria Novella is more popular than ever – I’ve loved it since the 1980s when my former shop, Cherchez, was the only shop in the world that carried its products outside of Florence, and I still love it. Artisans are thriving now with shops like Locchi still making and repairing crystal, and others still crafting exquisite silver objects, just to mention a few. The hotel scene, on the other hand, has changed: Pensione Hermitage, where I lived decades ago, is still there but restored and more expensive. The 4 Seasons has just opened and it has a spectacular garden that’s centuries old. Boutique hotels like JK Place and the Continentale are very chic, and historic residences like Palazzo Niccolini enable you to feel like you live in the city.

Barbara’s book is too heavy to bring along on your next trip, but it’s a fantastic resource to peruse before you depart, and with its many color photographs is also a wonderful souvenir when you get back.


*Friends of Florence: Like the British, Americans have had a long relationship with Florence, since the 19th century, so it’s not surprising that an organization known as Friends of Florence (FOF), devoted to preserving and enhancing the historical integrity of the arts in and around the city, was created as a U.S.-based foundation in 1998. What is a little surprising is that this relatively small foundation has managed to fund a number of major projects, the most significant being the diagnostic testing of the David that determined the course of the statue’s cleaning in 2004. In just 24 hours, FOF raised the $200,000 needed for the testing.

Founded by Contessa Simonetta Brandolini d’Adda (American born) and her sister, Renee Gardner, FOF was modeled after the non-profit Save Venice organization, and maintains offices in Washington, D.C. and Florence. (The Contessa also owns, with her husband, The Best in Italy, a rental and real estate agency mentioned previously.) Because Italian law doesn’t allow tax deductions for funding preservation, and because the Italian fine arts departments can’t attend to all of artistic works that need preserving, FOF really fills a significant void, especially since Florence holds more of those artistic treasures that anywhere else in Italy. Brandolini’s network of noteworthy friends – including Piero Antinori, Bona Frescobaldi, Bette Midler, Franco Zeffirelli, Zubin Mehta, Sting and his wife Trudie Styler, and Mel and Robyn Gibson – and the lure of Florence itself have ensured FOF’s success. One of the organization’s most recent completed project was the restoration of the Sala della Niobe in the Uffizi. I was in this room the summer before the work began, and couldn’t stop thinking about it: featured are the sculpture depicting the Myth of Niobe, one of the more tragic figures in Greek mythology. (Niobe had 14 children and in a moment of arrogance, bragged about her seven sons and seven daughters at a ceremony honoring Leto, daughter of the Titans Coeus and Phoebe. Niobe mocked Leto, who had only two children, Apollo and Artemis, but Leto did not take the insult lightly, and in retaliation, sent Apollo and Artemis to earth to slaughter all of Niobe’s children.) Unfortunately, I didn’t have the chance to see these restored statues on my last visit, but I remember them as hauntingly beautiful and I urge visitors to the Uffizi not to skip this room.

For every U.S. dollar FOF receives, the organization applies 99.6 cents toward its projects, and Brandolini told me that no gift is too small – see my blog for a heartwarming story about a school in Dallas whose fifth grade students wanted to become patrons of the arts and managed to raise $2,500 for the cleaning of some of the statues in the Uffizi. However, to participate in FOF’s extraordinary annual program, you must become a Founding Patron (contributing a one-time gift of $30,000) or Patron (contributing $5,000 or more annually). Patrons have an exceptional opportunity to experience programs led by renowned experts in various fields of art, historical preservation, architecture, etc., and they “become true citizens of Florence, seeing the city in a unique manner not possible to the casual visitor.” A few past programs have been ‘Special Treasures of Tuscany,’ ‘Donatello: The Renaissance of Sculpture,’ and From the Classical World to the Renaissance.’

To learn more about FOF’s past and current projects, and its wish list, visit http://www.friendsofflorence.org/, where you can also find contact information for its offices in Washington and Florence.


--- the rest of the presentation will be posted this afternoon.