Posts Tagged ‘piazza’

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 [...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 1:52 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

30 Minutes in the Piazza

By Gavin Roddy Cagli’s piazza should have been filled with people dressed in black and white, busily scurrying across the cobblestones like a colony of ants. The square should have been the heart of the city, with the peoples’ footsteps reminiscent of a heartbeat going thump thump thump with eve[...]

July 3rd, 2009 - 1:39 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

Millie’s Evening in the Piazza

Each street branches from the outer skirts of the city to the center like veins and arteries leading to the heart. The sound of cars and motorcycles purr over small talk in an ancient tongue. The cigarette fumes become too distracting to keep up with the conversations. People of all ages gossip, sip[...]

July 2nd, 2009 - 9:37 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

My piazza

It is 18:20 in the piazza on Sunday. The fountain in the center is gurgling, but you can’t hear it unless you are nearby. Parked Mazda’s, Mercedes’, and Fiat’s surround the fountain, partially obscuring it from the view of those that came to the piazza to relax.. Two women ar[...]

July 2nd, 2009 - 9:10 am § in 2. Life in Piazza

La Dolce Vita

by Emily Wirth It’s time for dulci on the piazza. Shops displaying flowered dresses and designer purses are closed, their gates separating shoppers from their wares. Yet a child is seen running through the square, chocolate gelato dripping down her chin; her parents follow closely, smiling. A moun[...]