Maria Francesca è veronese, ma ha deciso di farmi un regalo prezioso: raccontarmi una sua giornata a Roma, fra ponti, ciambelle, emozioni e - soprattutto - libri.
Ho usato la parola regalo , e non è un caso: a leggere le sue parole, sembra proprio di viverla Roma, camminandoci, annusandola, scoprendola. E' per questo che non ho tagliato una virgola del suo racconto, accompagnato naturalmente dalle foto "da lettrice".
E allora, buona lettura!
La lettrice è Maria Francesca
Dove: Roma
Quando: dicembre 2010
In mano :
Michel le Bris, La bellezza del mondo , Fazi, 2010
A. Tagliaferri, V. Varriale, I ponti di roma , Newton Compton, 2007
e... una fantastica ciambella di piazza Navona!
Cosa dice of his literary choices (and its precious journey Roman):
are in Rome for a day and I'm enjoying the pleasure of wandering the streets: map in hand, so many dreams to pull out of a drawer closed and dozens and dozens of roads. Rome, a monument in the open.
What to do?
are in Rome a day after the Trevi Fountain, millions of tourists, he risked being hit at the intersection of the four fountains, leaving the heart on a beautiful dress, in a note boutique on Via Condotti, to which I could not really access or for the price, either for size, alas, I leave this chaotic world, and I shut myself away in the only store where I feel really at ease.
I decide to do more strength. If you have seen I love shopping, you can understand how sometimes have to call us dummies, delicate fabrics, bright colors, the clothes they could wrap the body in soft and sinuous shapes.
So it happens to me with libraries. I am attracted to. I can not help it. The scent books, the covers , the colors .... But above all what they have to say .
I came in? Why am I here?
are in Rome for a day. What do I want? Again: understanding. Understand where I go, what I'm walking, what I'm looking at. But where to start?
from incurable nostalgic history of the streets and affectionate scholar of local events, then I would say a good book on Rome, there would be just fine. Too generic, I need something more specific. Rome is too large to be read in one book. I look around, change of department and I go back to the news section: as I read the description, I think, here, a novel that could do for me. The beauty of world, by Michel Le Bris: two interesting characters in the twenties of the twentieth century do crazy travel from New York to Kenya, the clubs of Harlem. It seems to me that we have: this pair of travelers is the constant search for beauty in the world, at a time different from mine, ok, but still we are talking about research. I'm fascinated by research, a comparison of different histories and cultures, from the intimate confines of the intimate and personal narrative, and personal relationships between individuals, from the mystery of love ourselves and travel, going out, trip after trip. So I decide to purchase the volume.
So why I joined? Oh yeah, right: Rome is waiting for me. But the book on Rome still no trace.
I leave the library and I decide that I want to read my book on the Tiber: from Verona good, I like to read sitting on the bank of the river, even though we are in December and perhaps not a great idea ....
Tiberina Island is magic, Cenci of the Tiber with its trees takes me a dream dimension. On the Sisto bridge I stop to observe, and think ... I find myself suspended over a river on an architectural solution designed to allow people to cross the water from shore to shore: in addition, with their mastery, architects have been able to bridge the excellent observation points the city, places nostalgic, poetic, romantic, and even a bit 'windy as the contact with water. Quid here's the shock. I will start from here, from bridges.
back on my way back to the hotel but a bit 'confused because it's late and are now in Piazza Navona, and libraries are many, too many to turn all of them. In Piazza Navona then there are the stalls of Christmas. A lot of people is mixed, many perfumes, many colors. But I'm glad.
are in Rome for a day and I've found books, people, roads, streets.
"It's nice to live, try to live and believe they can live better by virtue of what can 'happen without even meaning to. "
read this sentence from the book that I carry with me always and for jotting down phrases that strike me. This seems made for this moment.
For behold suddenly a bookstall , many, color, and above all in local history! And all subject to different, even at an attractive price, and it does not hurt! Here's one on the bridges of Rome. The Bridges of Rome, Alberto Tagliaferri, and Valerio Varriale, I tell the bridges, namely the milestones in the history of city \u200b\u200band its river. I allow myself even a donut hot Piazza Navona!
Torno a Verona satisfied, happy, Michel Le Bris, and The Bridges of Rome, with many maps and crumpled a bit 'of wishes fulfilled. I think that inevitably books are magically linked by a thin thread : The beauty of the world, The bridges of Rome .... What is the link? Perhaps the journey, discovery, history, the genius loci ...
Thanks Maria Francesca pearls your beautiful words, and your literary Cruising. But now, I got too much like a donut ...!