Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Peter M. Green
First published in United States of America
by Abelard-Schman Limited, 1957
Preface 8
1 Journey to Italy 10
2 Florence 44
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For Anna
Una giornata come stammatina,
Senti, è un gran pezzo che nun s’è piu data.
Ah bene-mio! te senti artifatata;
Te s’òpre er core a num sta piu in cantina!
l’ardore
Ch’i’ ebbi a divenir del mondo esperto,
e degli vizii umani e del valore.
Dante, Inferno xxvi
Preface
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Which are better known to a great number of people
than they are to me, and which have been described
many times before by men whom, as T. S. Eliot says,
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CHAPTER 1. JOURNEY TO ITALY 11
Chapter 1
Journey to Italy
and on them one could see pink and white villas glis-
tening with their clean cut stone. Sun and sea had
brought out the devil in the architects: every period
and style mingled there, and yet there was no incon-
gruity in it at all. Far out in the haze snips of white on
the blue showed where yachts were sailing. It looked
like Paradise. And so, as I found out later, it was: but
a playboys’ Paradise. Lake Maggiore, and Lake Como
further to the east, are reserved for foreign millionaires
and the trippers who have followed in their wake. It
is hard to find Italian spoken there at all: English is
the universal languages. The local inhabitants have
turned this lovely resort into the worst kind of tourist
are, comparable only to the sophisticated horrors of
the French Riviera.
But of all this I was ignorant at the time: I only
knew that I was at last in Italy, and that it was
exceeding my wildest expectations. Occasionally we
halted at little wayside stations, often with only a
few small white houses and a trattoria between it
and the open fields beyond. The train would stand
shimmering in the morning heat while a crowd of
peasants and business-men fought for places in the
third-class compartments. Young boys went slowly up
and down the low platforms wheeling trolleys loaded
with rainbow-coloured sweets, Technicolor periodicals,
and straw-covered flasks of Chianti, or with trays cov-
ered with huge rolls filled with slices of salami. Notices
announced that it was expressly forbidden to cross the
tracks. No one took the slightest notice. Someone was
always washing a great bunch of grapes at the fountain.
As we drew slowly out the air would fill with
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‘Anything else?’
‘French and some modern Greek.’
‘That’ll do. They like you to have an air of being
cosmopolitan. Not very fond of the English because of
that.’
My opinion of the place rose considerably.
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Chapter 2
Florence
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