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Walking tour

Now that we’ve gotten the city’s fabled romantic duo out of the way, I thought I’d share with you some highlights of our very full day spent wandering the streets of Verona.

The trip to Verona was organized by some of the staff here at Santa Chiara, intent as they are that life should include some playing as well as, well, playing. :o)

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Check out the gladiators on the lower right

Verona’s history starts in Roman times, with this ancient amphitheatre as reminder.

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Imagine sitting here with 25,000 of your closest friends, cheering gladiator battles or medieval executions. The human condition sure knows how to have fun!

The original pink marble is still in excellent condition as proved by a hike to the top. And in the interests of transparency, the arena is not quite as big as it looks, due to the widening effect of the camera’s lens.

Still, the place was plenty large to host Sting last summer (be still my heart; sorry kids, but I would leave my family for this man!) and because of its excellent acoustics, some big voices in Verdi’s Il Trovatore this August.

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These magnificent pieces from the set of Il Trovatore are outside the arena waiting placement.

If I weren’t already an opera lover these pieces might make it worth changing my mind!


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Preparing for his Italian modelling career

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A view of Verona from the top of the arena

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Liliana and Jeuwen, a fellow cello player from Shanghai.

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The stadium was built well outside the town walls, much like modern stadia are located outside downtown districts. I’m told the fact that it’s still in such good shape makes Verona a better destination than Rome as it’s quieter but with similar historic artefacts.

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As for the gladiators, apparently (and don’t quote me) they’re mostly from Albania and  part of a local gang. Evidently the police let them pose with tourists (for a charge) and leave them alone as it’s preferable to having them explore other means of earning an income.

As I snapped this shot with neither payment nor permission, please alert the authorities if you never hear from me again.


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Shakespeare brought Verona to the attention of the English-speaking world almost a half-millennium ago, even if he never actually visited the place and even if (***spoiler alert***) the story of Romeo and Juliet is pure fiction.

I’m sorry to break this to you, my friends, but the story of the star-crossed lovers was, as they say in the best Disney tradition, “inspired by a true story.”

Two real families, the Montecchi and the Cappellos, were indeed feuding and were the models for the Bard’s Montagues and Capulets. And that’s where it stops, despite the fact that there is in fact a tiny courtyard, with a balcony where you too can enter for €6 and blow kisses to your loved one below.

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It’s a beautiful balcony, for sure, and credit goes to a clever tour guide who started it all in the early 1970s to attract visitors to Verona.

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The courtyard walls are now covered with amorous graffiti and there’s a Juliet Club that receives letters mailed from around the world and addressed to “Juliet, Verona, Italy.” Each year the club awards the author of the sweetest letter with a free trip to Verona.

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As well this wall of padlocks enables lovers to spend money prove their hearts are locked up forever. The shop that sells the locks also thoughtfully sells pens with which to write on the locks.


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Our guide Monica while most informative may have spent a bit too long talking about the fictional elements of Shakespeare’s romantic tragedy.

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When last I checked, Lord and Lady Montague were not amused.

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One could, quite fairly, make the claim that entirely too much recent commentary has been in regard to food.

Cappuccino, insalata, pomodori (learned that in Italian class; doesn’t that just sound so much better than ‘tomato’?), verdura (vegetables), frutta, peperone, albicoca (apricot), arancia (orange), limone…  Even watermelon sounds exotic — cocomero. 

It all just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? Come on, give it a try. Roll your ‘r’s and say it out loud…


Which, of course, brings us around to that loveliest of Italian sounds, gelato.


Limone gelato. Noccio gelato (hazelnut). Fragola (strawberry), pera, strachiatella (bits of chocolate folded into vanilla)…

So imagine yourself in a little town where there’s a gelateria across the street from where you are spending the next three weeks of your life.

Wouldn’t you just be so happy?

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The same picture as above but enlarged with my handy-dandy spy cam…

Why, who is that under the awning of the Gelateria Infiniti?


She wouldn’t have snuck away for a little afternoon treat, would she?



And it looks like someone couldn’t make up her mind and snaggled three flavours from the proprietress.

You see, children?

Good things happen when you practice your instruments!

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Now you know we’d love to have each and everyone of you here with us, sharing the morning cappuccinos, the fresh fruit and yogurt, the garlicky tomato sauce, the tender gnocchi, the late night gelato, the stunning music…

But as we can’t, how about a few pictures?

Better yet, boil up a pot of pasta, pour yourself a glass of wine and come on a walking tour for just a few minutes.

I promise not to talk about food.

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The former 17th century convent of Santa Chiara is home to all the classes and afternoon recitals. It’s mostly modernized although the thick stone walls prevent any access to wireless internet which, when one thinks of the cloistered life of the hundreds of nuns who would have silently wandered these halls, the imposed quiet is rather appropriate.

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Looking to the right, the convent ends at the large entrance beside the brown building. The upper shutters cover the windows of the nuns’ former bedrooms, now used as dormitories.

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Inside the building are all the little nooks and crannies one would hope to discover in a structure of its vintage and history. Through these doors, for example, is the tiny Cappella di Santa Chiara, the convent’s chapel.

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The room is quite small but the frescoes, while having experienced some damage are still impressive, with the colours holding up over the centuries.

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The upper halves of these frescoes have disappeared to both environmental damage and to the unfortunate locating of some shelving, I was told.

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But the frescoes tell more than just a story of misguided renovations.

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Here, for example is a story of a pretty bad day.

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Oh, that Salome.

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But I’ve got to wonder…

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… about the peacefulness of prayer when surrounded by this kind of imagery…

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… even after one had already committed one’s life to monasticism and spiritual betterment….

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Best perhaps to take in a peaceful evening break in the softening light, enjoy some of the benefits of modern technology, and listen to one’s friends and classmates send beautiful music toward the heavens.

And to decide which of the forty flavours of gelato will take centre stage tonight…

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And hello you lovely German Alps!

Late this past Friday afternoon three of our foursome settled into a trans-Pacific airline seat and prepared hearts and bellies for three weeks of la dolce vita in beautiful rural Italia.


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A three-week music program awaits the two bambinis where they will (oh joy! say they) have to  get to practice their stringed instruments for about, oh, four hours a day, an addition to pedagogy courses, Italian lessons, music lessons, twice daily concerts in and around the little village where we’ll stay, and, to be fair, well lured with ample quantities of pizza, gnocchi, and gelato.

But first we had to get there.

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A few hours in Frankfurt, a few hours in Bologne, successfully navigating our way to the stazione, finding the proper platform, boarding the first train going in the correct direction (always nervous-making),  disembarking at the appropriate train switch — in this case, Parma. Beautiful little Parma, late at night, pretty vacant Parma, what-do-we-do-if-we’ve-missed-the-last-train Parma.

There was, of course, one final train consisting of about four cars, and we boarded, in the dark, trusting instinct.

Where was your guide book, you ask? Of course we had a guide book. We’re experienced travellers. Sheesh.

But some towns are just too tiny to make it to guide books or maps in general. Back in the homeland we’d looked many times at the little town of Casalmaggiore but hilariously, it took so many magnifications to actually have it show up on the on-line maps, one was never quite certain where it was.

So it was an educated guess: Bologne is south of Milan, Parma is north of Bologne, Casalmaggiore is east of Parma. Got it.

And if I may add one element to your imagined picture of us traipsing around airports and train stations: We had our luggage, six weeks (there’s more trip to come) and two temperate zones of clothing and footwear, pages (ie pounds) of sheet music, two music stands, a violin and, that most delightful of portable instruments, the cello.

This will not be your usual European backpack vacation.



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And so we arrived, late in the evening, with the sun setting on the River Po. The air was warm and sweet with roses.

The delightful proprietress of our B&B pointed our weary but suddenly famished selves toward the local pizzeria where we learned what Saturday night pizza is supposed to taste like.

Smiles all ’round.

This music stuff might be worth something after all.






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