Most visitors to Palermo come to see the rich remains of the city’s past – and they’re right to do so. Palermo was once one of the grandest cities in Europe – the centre of what John Julius Norwich refers to as “that flashing, endlessly-faceted jewel that was the culture of Norman Sicily” – and many of its treasures, including some of its finest, are still here to be seen. Now, they perhaps gain even greater lustre being seen in the context of a modern city to which time has been far from kind. But for all its problems – or maybe partly because of them – modern Palermo too has its riches. They are less apparent to the casual visitor, and certainly not likely to attract large numbers of tourists, but nevertheless they are well worth discovering. There’s a rich vein of creativity running through the old city, finding expression in various small theatres and musical venues. It’s one of the things that makes the city such an intriguing and rewarding place to spend time in.
One of these theatres is Teatro delle Balate, a small experimental theatre, established in 2007 in a slightly edgy part of the old city, directly opposite the decorative façade of a 17th century church, S. Annunziata delle Balate. Finding the theatre proved to be something of an adventure; attending a performance there, a real discovery.
A palace in a street of palaces …
1 February, 2012
After several months away from Palermo, it has taken me several more to start to feel the rhythm of the place again.
At first glance, Corso Vittorio Emmanuele doesn’t look at all like a street of palaces. For the most part, it is rather unprepossessing, none too clean, and usually noisy and full of traffic. But first glances are usually unreliable; and nowhere more so than in Palermo.
This is Palermo’s oldest street. It can be seen on the earliest maps of the city, running in a straight east-west line from Porta Nuova, the decorative city gate beside the Norman Palace, to Porta Felice the city gate by the sea. Even today you sometimes hear it referred to by its original name, ‘the Cassaro’, from the Arab word al-Csar meaning ‘the street that leads to the castle’ .
A careful walk along Corso Vittorio Emmanuele, from Porta Nuova to Porta Felice, will reveal more than forty palaces originally built by Sicily’s nobility, some as early as the 16th century, most in the 18th century. Some are still lived in by the owners, some have been converted to other uses, many are in need of repair and restoration. Adriana Chirco, a leading Palermo architect, author, and lecturer in the History of Art, has observed that, in many cases, it wouldn’t take a great deal to restore these palaces to their ancient splendour, and that to do so would add lustre to the city and help conserve its architectural and cultural past.
Talking with Giovannino …
28 August, 2011
a conversation about sea sponges on the island of Lampedusa
Last year when I visited Lampedusa, I hadn’t even noticed the little freshly painted shop at the end of the main street selling natural sea sponges. This year, visiting the shop and talking to Giovannino, its owner, turned out to be one of the highlights of my stay on the island.
The shop is small, but very attractively set up, with sponges of different types and sizes displayed on tables, and hanging from the walls, and a series of photographs showing the various stages of processing. It is obviously a shop run by someone who knows, and cares about, what he is selling. That someone is Giovannino, a dark haired, strongly built man, probably in his 50s, with that distance and deep reserve Sicilians often seem to have, at least on first meeting. I made a small purchase, complimented him on his shop, and asked if I might come back some time to talk to him about sea sponges and sponge ‘fishing’. He graciously agreed.
Persistent images from the island of Lampedusa …
31 July, 2011
They are brilliant, sun-bright, images – there whenever I close my eyes. I feel full of them: sun-bleached, rocky landscapes; fine white beaches; clear, still seas shading from light, bright turquoise to deepest blue; splashes of vivid pink bougainvillea; faded pink and cream buildings; sharply angled shadows. I have just returned from another visit to Lampedusa, and these images remain as clear and persistent as ever. But this time there is an extra one – and it’s one I can’t get out of my mind: the remains of abandoned and broken refugee boats piled neatly on a tiny beach at the head of a steep, rocky, inlet. It’s not an image that negates the others, not at all; it adds to them, creating a new perspective on the island, and opening a window, however small, into the experience of those who are risking everything to reach it.
For at least thirty or forty years now, Lampedusa has been a paradise for holiday makers – mostly Italian. In recent times, it has also become a place of hope, a gateway to Europe, for the desperate and disenfranchised, who are forced to flee their homelands in North Africa.
Behind closed doors …
8 May, 2011
“This is not Rome or Venice, where the city’s treasures are on display, there for all to see. Palermo is quite different: here, things are hidden away behind closed doors”. That was part of my landlady’s introduction to Palermo.
As I wandered the streets of the old city over the next few weeks, catching fleeting, tantalising glimpses of vaulted ceilings, leafy colonnaded courtyards and frescoed interiors disappearing behind rapidly closing doors and shutters, I began to realise how very apt her introduction to the city had been.
Gradually, with the passing of time, I have managed to see behind some of these doors, but, until now, one particularly intriguing one has remained firmly closed to me. It is a heavy wooden door with ornate baroque surrounds, tucked away between candle factories and printing shops in via Ponticello, a narrow paved street in the old city. Partly because of the door itself, partly because of the sign beside it: ‘Oratory of a Congregation of Noble Women 1733’, I always suspected there was something of interest here. But I wasn’t at all prepared for the treasures, both artistic and historical, that I ultimately found.
A short interview with Francesca …
31 March, 2011
Francesca is one of my neighbours – a curious mixture of emotional instability and intellectual curiosity, but an interesting commentator on life in Sicily. She moved into Palermo’s historic centre only when she fell on hard times after the death of her husband; most of her married life was spent in one of the streets off Palermo’s via Liberta’, the area generally preferred by Palermo’s middle class. Originally from the North of Italy, Francesca is acutely aware, and highly critical, of the very different mentality that, she says, exists in the South. In this interview, she talks about her own background and her experience of Sicily and Sicilians.
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Francesca, before we talk about your experience of Sicily and Sicilians, tell me a little bit about yourself and your family.
I was born in Trieste at the beginning of the Second World War, but both my parents originally came from Sicily. My father was born in 1896 in Castelbuono, a town in the Madonie mountains east of Palermo, and my mother was born in 1897 in Messina.