Sicilia, Napoli Roma: two months in Italy: Rome - our bar (cafe), our street, our place

sabato 12 marzo 2011

Rome - our bar (cafe), our street, our place

We have settled into a little routine. It's nice to have a place where we become regulars and are treated with warmth on return. 'Cantina e Cucina' is the name of the bar.

The price of this mid-morning delight: for two Illy coffees, minimal water, wonderful coffee, Helen's small croissant with chocolate [cornettino con cioccolato], Dennis's 'girella' - and served with complimentary mineral water.

Coffee 80c x2
Eats: 60 and 70
Total; Euros 2.90, say $Aust 4.40.

Down below also photo of our street, coming from that direction, last night. There is a wildly busy (Friday night especially) section of the street coming from Piazza Navona, then 50 metres before our place, quiet.

Then photos of our entrance. Andrea Marchi, our bright young landlord, has made two delightful little apartments from two old workshops*** inside the courtyard of this 'palazzo'. (A palazzo is not a grand thing, just a big building. This one maybe 600 years old.)

*** I later realised we were in the stalle – the stables – of the old offices of the government of Rome, before it moved out, in 1755, just 180 years after they built the Chiesa Nuova - the new church, around the corner, main big door just along the street a bit. And behind Borromini's Oratorio, it's a crowded place.

the constant queue is outside the Baffetta pizzeria, which must get a mention in the Rough Guide, etc

entrance photo below: separated garbage, compost, recycling collected every day

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A seat on the cliff road at Positano just off the Amalfi Drive, south of Naples.

Just out there in the blue, the Sirens lived and tempted Ulysses. Ulysses' men, according to Homer's Odyssey, had their ears filled with wax, rowing furiously, deaf to the lure of the Sirens. Ulysses had lashed himself to the mast to avoid the Sirens' temptation. According to myth, Parthenope, one of the Sirens, fell in love with Ulysses but he ignored here. She came ashore and died of a broken heart near what is now Naples, a city founded as 'Neapolis' by the Greeks — and still Greek, luxurious and epicurean, through Roman imperial times. Parthenope and Neapolitan culture are synonymous.

Also, according to Greek myth, Persephone, daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility and harvest, was abducted by Pluto and taken to Hades via the entrance to the underworld in the crater of the volcano at Avernus, near Naples. Not knowing of Pluto's action, Demeter charged three of the sirens, including Parthenope, to find her daughter, lighting the sea with the great volcanoes between Vesuvius which broods over Naples to Etna which occupies southeast Sicily. Demeter was angered when the Sirens could not find Persephone, changing them into birds with female faces or in later rendering creature more like mermaids. Demeter eventually came to terms with Pluto for sharing Persephone, each for half a year.(Gosh, how modern!) Persephone, from the Hades of death and sleeping plants, ascended to Demeter, near Naples, with its rich soils, as the bringer of harvests each year.

To travel in Italy from the south to the centre, from Sicily (occupied by Greeks, Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Romans, Arabs, Normans, Germans, French, Spanish and Americans in twists and turns) northwards to Rome, is to follow the heart a special way, through depths of culture and complexity of character very different from the better known worship from abroad of the world of Tuscany and Florence.