You may recall that my dear husband is happy to travel in Italy #aslongaswedon’thavetogotoanychurches. Nothing against churches, he is just more interested in wars and things. But I was determined to go to Siena and by dern see that cathedral. I would find a way…
Notes from travels earlier this summer…
Nothing against churches, he is just more interested in wars and things. Of course the church with its money and power had a lot to do with those wars, but that does not sway His Grace into fascination with this mosaic or that sculpture, if you follow me. Fair enough.
Nor does it keep Her Grace from going anyway. I was determined to get to Siena and by dern see that cathedral.
I talked HG into by saying it would be interesting to see Siena without the craziness of the Palio going on. Besides he could nap in the car.
Ooh, down again. This is Futura (I think), in a precarious balance…
Speaking of the Palio, all eyes will be on Siena this weekend as the centuries-old world’s wildest horse race runs for the second time this summer, on August 16. The first running is always July 2. Found this great article in The Daily Telegraph, by Lee Marshall, on the Palio, with great photos as well. I am dying to see it.
Same room, different view. The Piccolomini Library, from my Instagram.
So many extraordinary elements in the Siena Cathedral, but this trip I was especially impressed by the floor tiles and mosaics. Georgio Vasari himself declared the floor of the Siena Cathedral “the largest and most magnificent ever made.” From August 18 to October 27 it will is to be completely revealed, which rarely happens.
Magpie that I am, I was enthralled by the wall covered in beautiful metal hearts, or ex-votos, thank offerings for answered prayers, or as fulfillment of vows. The winner of the Palio posts one every year, our guide says.
If I raced in the Palio, I would post a heart for just surviving the damn thing, now I’ve learned a little about it. They ride bareback, for Pete’s sake. Every set of photos I looked at (I became slightly obsessed) showed a horrible crash and some degree of carnage. Like Nascar but with Italians and horses. Here is a YouTube of last year’s race. (Slide your cursor to the 11:55 minute mark. That’s when the actual race starts. Before that is milling around.)
No wonder there are so many hearts. Aren’t they beautiful?
Just beyond the wall of hearts is the entrance to the Chigi Chapel, with its altarpiece of solid lapis. Heavens to Betsy.
And heavens to Bernini, too. His statue of Mary Magdalene has an almost other-worldly quality about it. You see millions of statues, and then you see this, and you think, this is why Bernini was Bernini. His soul is in that marble.
Meanwhile His Grace is having a nice snooze in la machinna. This outing was on the second day of our trip–the worst for jet lag. To be fair I’d had a head start in Europe by a week or so.
Hard to believe all this under one–granted very large–cathedral roof. And this is just a glimpse. But enough. The poor guide was a bit distraught by my whistlestop-tour-ways, but the eyes begin to glaze after a while… And there is the sleeping Grace to wake…
One last glance… Stripes were big even in the 14th century. But those Italians have always set the trend…
Upon waking HG we stroll to the city center to see where the famous hell-bent-for-leather horse races take place, and HG regales me with his tales of attending, which include but are not confined to parades and pageantry galore, gambling shenanigans and Sicilian jockeys, weeping widows, and mauling crowds. I can’t wait.
Siena is also home to the University of Siena, with its prestigious schools of medicine and law. We encountered some blue-kerchiefed prospective students along the way, perhaps discussing the merits of dropping water balloons from this ponte.
But alas, this is as close we came to the Palio this year–a photo in a shop window.
Then it’s back to Florence. Ciao for now. xo Frances