Archive for the ‘2. Life in Piazza’ Category

July 9th, 2009 - 9:46 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

All Is Well in Cagli

by Monica Jennings What a symphony of excitement and serenity!  It’s 5:56 late Sunday afternoon at the Piazza Giacomo Mattiotti- the heartbeat of Cagli, a small city in the Marque region of southern Italy.  The unavoidable yet pleasant gravitational pull of the Piazza unites the community. [...]

July 9th, 2009 - 9:15 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Pausa in the Piazza

by Joan Stack The clock on Piazza Matteoti’s bell tower says it’s just past one o’clock.    Surprisingly , the medieval era piazza’s fountain is surrounded by parking spaces, their boundaries marked by bright blue lines painted on cobblestones of  indeterminate age.   As usual, each sp[...]

July 9th, 2009 - 5:45 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Shadows in the Piazza

It is 18:20 Sunday on the piazza. The central fountain gurgles, audible only to those nearby. Parked Mazdas, Mercedes and Fiats surround the fountain, obscuring it from the view of those who come to the piazza to relax. Two women are having a discussion about when or where to meet later. One is dres[...]

July 8th, 2009 - 5:32 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Life in the Piazza

by Kata J. Dora The air is wet and moist, filled with a smoky tomato smell reminiscent of a kitchen. The City Hall’s bell rings: Ding, Dong, Dong. A church bell rings nearby: Ding, Dong, Dong. Some sit near the center of the piazza. Others stand in small circles and talk. The clearest sounds come [...]

July 5th, 2009 - 11:10 pm § in 2. Life in Piazza

A Piazza Asleep

The dark gray cobblestones of this place dip and roll like the surface of a calm, strong sea, their surface worn smooth and shiny by thousands of feet over hundreds of years. If the stones had a voice, it would be an old man’s voice, cracking and shaking as he tells tales of the days [...][...]

July 4th, 2009 - 10:31 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

One of the smallest of Cagli is escorted to the piazza on the hand of his Padre.  The gleam of his father’s eyes met with the look of familiarity in the gentlemen companions he was meeting for the evening.  The glimmer of light in the eyes of his curly haired, young son met with the [...][...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 9:00 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

The Art of “Piazza-ing”

5:15 p.m. – 5:45 p.m A young girl approximately the age of two resembling her mother is carried over and placed on the lap of a peppered-hair man. The tall, slim woman unwraps a yellow bag and extracts a yellow happy-face shaped popsicle and gently places it in her bobbed-hair daughter’s tin[...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 7:38 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Quiet in the Piazza

by Jennifer Caudle Quiet seems to lay across the piazza on Sunday during pausa. Cars seem extinct. No motorcycle engines rev or brakes squeal. The fountain—usually covered by the thick of cars—now stands tall and proud, reminiscent of the young Italian men. Few people talk. They enjoy their coff[...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 7:10 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

The Piazza

The piazza is the heart of this city. Where the young and old alike are drawn together to sip on caffe or cappuccino. It’s where mothers try hopelessly to keep their children’s faces and fingers free of sweet, sticky gelato melting before it can reach their mouths. Perhaps most importantly, it[...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 7:01 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Piazza Reflections

 Life in the Piazza – 9:30-10:00 p.m.           A crescent moon hangs overhead lighting the piazza.  The cooling night air stirs a gentle breeze as motor scooters circle the fountain, young men astride cruising by.  Conversations fill the evening air, lively and animated, as these [...]