Italy Day Four

Today is a holiday in Ferrara because it is the feast day of the City’s patron saint, San Giorgio (St George, he of dragon fame).  There were no classes scheduled at the Università, so my niece and I decided that this would be a fine day to travel to Verona (she had not been there previously).  At the Ferrara train station, the agent confirmed that we could make our connections and helped us purchase the tickets, and then we were on our way. In Rovigo, we got off and waited a few minutes for the connecting train to Verona; shortly after 10 am, we arrived in the city.  We started walking toward the Centro Storico, and after one false turn, we found the Porta Nuova gate which led to the old city and knew we were headed in the right direction.

The first order of business was breakfast. Near the old castle, we found a reputable-looking bar on the main street and stopped in for coffee and a sandwich. The proprietor also pointed us in the direction of the Tourist Information Office, which we knew would have maps.  Once armed with our map, a paper version of the large sign below, we began our touring.

Tourist Map, Verona

In the Piazza Bra, where the tourist office is located, I started snapping photos. I don’t know why this statue is here, but Victor Emmanuel was an important figure in nineteenth century Italian history — in fact, he became the symbol of the Italian Risorgimento, the movement for Italian unification, and served at the first king of the united country.

Statue of Vittorio Emanuele II, Verona

I’m not sure of Mazzini’s connection with Verona, but apparently, there is one. Political philosopher, journalist, and all-around rabble-rouser, Giuseppe Mazzini was also a key figure in the movement for Italian unification. The two other nineteenth century statesmen considered to be fathers of the Italian nation are Cavour and Garibaldi, which you might guess from the large number of streets bearing their names.

Plaque honoring Giuseppe Mazzini, Verona

From this piazza, we headed northeast and soon came upon this ancient Roman gate, dating to at least the second century CE but probably older.

Porta Borsari, Verona

The Piazza delle Erbe was the home of the Forum in Roman times and remains a center of commercial activity today. Close by is the alleged home of Juliet of Shakespearean fame, but we studiously avoided this tourist attraction, as by all accounts it is not genuine.

Piazza delle Erbe, Verona

Continuing toward the bend of the river, we stopped at the Church of Saint Anastasia, where I admired the brickwork.

Chiesa di Sant' Anastasia, Verona

Close by is the Verona Cathedral, or the Duomo. This edifice was built to replace an 8th century church destroyed in the earthquke of 1117. Notice the pillars supported by griffins, which seems to be a fairly common motif.

Duomo, Verona

Here we are crossing the Adige River over the Ponte Pietra, a pedestrian bridge.

Fiume Adige from Ponte Pietra, Verona

On this side of the river are more ancient Roman ruins (the archaeological museum was closed for the lunch hour when we arrived).

Teatro Romano, Verona

All the guidebooks advised us to climb the steps above these ruins to the Castel San Pietro for a view of the city. That was good advice, as the view is breathtaking.

View of Verona from Castel San Pietro

We’re looking to the northwest from this vantage point.

View of Verona from Castel San Pietro

This is my only “We were here” photo.

La mia nipote in Verona

By the time we descended the steps and crossed back over the river, we were very hungry. My niece quickly spotted a reasonably priced restaurant, so we chanced it and went in.  The patrons appeared to be tourists, but mostly Italian tourists, so we figured it was going to be okay. We both ordered pizza, Margherita and Vegetariana, which were both good choices. Thus fortified, we began our afternoon sightseeing.

By this time we had lost our map, so we made our way back to the Tourist Information Office, walking for a bit along the Via Mazzini, Verona’s “Golden Mile” of upscale shops.  On the way, we also stopped to really admire the Arena, an enormous Roman amphitheater, the third largest amphitheater to survive from antiquity, which still hosts spectacles today. The information board is advertising opera performances scheduled for the summer season.

Arena, Verona

Our last stop was the Castelvecchio, a 14th century, red brick, fortified castle on the banks of the Adige. On an impulse, we decided to explore the castle museum, which in retrospect I thought was the highlight of our visit, as it is packed with medieval and Renaissance sculpture and paintings. We happened to enter with an art history tour group led by a guy who sounded knowledgeable, so we tagged along and listened to his lectures (well, to Americans maybe everyone with a British accent sounds like an expert on everything).

Castelvecchio, Verona

Pedestrians crossing the bridge needed their umbrellas, but inside the castle, we were sheltered from the rain.

View from Castelvecchio, Verona

Aren’t these ramparts amazing? In the olden times, all the Italian city states were military strongholds. Between the 12th and 14th centuries, Verona was ruled by the Della Scala family, whose emblem was the ladder (scala, in Italian).

Castelvecchio, Verona

We both wanted to see the church of San Zeno Maggiore located slightly outside the city center, Saint Zeno being Verona’s patron saint, but we knew at this point that we were out of time because we had already missed our first train back to Ferrara.  We walked quickly back to Piazza Bra, where we knew we could catch an 11, 12, or 13 bus back to the train station. A bus came along shortly after we found the bus stop, and a few minutes and 1.5 euros later, we were ready to board our train for the return trip. The homeward itinerary took us to Padova, where during the hour we waited for our connection, we treated ourselves to sweets from the station snack shop. By a quarter after 8, we were back in Ferrara, tired but content.

Italy Day Three

Today we had planned to visit Verona, so after a late start, we made our way to the train station only to discover Trenitalia was on strike.  Oh well, there was nothing we could do but return home and come up with a Plan B, which was to hang out in Ferrara and visit more of the sites we hadn’t had time for yesterday and Friday.  This turned out to be a good way to spend a lovely Sunday.

Our first stop was the Palazzo dei Diamanti on the Corso Ercole I d’Este, a building commissioned by Sigismondo d’Este around 1493 and designed by the architect and town planner Biagio Rossetti. Today, the palace houses the National Art Gallery, but they were not participating in Settimana della Cultura so we didn’t go in. Can you guess why the building is named the “Palace of Diamonds”? The pattern is almost mesmerizing.

Palazzo dei Diamanti, Ferrara

Still in the Renaissance section of the city, we next headed north on the Corso and in two blocks turned east onto Viale Certosa toward the Tempio di San Cristoforo alla Certosa. This imposing structure was built as a Carthusian monastery in 1452; the church dedicated to Saint Christopher was completed toward the end of the 16th century. On this cloudy Sunday afternoon there weren’t many people about, and none of the cats who can often be spotted lounging on the grass here.

Tempio di San Cristoforo alla Certosa, Ferrara

The Certosa site includes a cemetery, and some of the burial sites are rather impressive-looking mausoleums.

Tempio di San Cristoforo alla Certosa, Ferrara

By then it was past noon, so we headed back to the apartment. After lunching on a tasty salad made with watercress, cherry tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and home-made dressing, we decided to go out again in the now sunny afternoon to the Piazza Ariostea. Under the watchful gaze of the Ariosto statue, my niece extolled the beauties of Ariosto’s poem Orlando Furioso and read me the memorable opening lines of the epic. The park is a popular place for city residents, who come here to stroll, ride bikes, roller skate, skateboard, and climb up on the statue. We sat in the sun and watched families, couples, and groups of young people, and also enjoyed very tasty gelato for an afternoon snack. Of course, we also clambered up onto the statue and immediately noticed a large array of lizards basking in the sun at the statue’s base (I don’t know what species this is).

Piazza Ariostea, Ferrara

When we returned home, I was so tired that I dozed off while reading email. For dessert tonight, we had some of the tiramisù that we made yesterday — it was excellent! Kudos to the bakers.