Showing posts with label Basilicata. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Basilicata. Show all posts

Sunday, 8 May 2016

From Irsina to Venosa by car

Lucia and I have planned to visit a friend of us, Giovanna, who actually lives in Venosa.






Venosa is located in Lucania (nowadays called Basilicata), a wonderful region set beside Apulia. 

We leave Altamura early in the morning heading to Venosa, famous for so many things, especially for giving the birth to the Roman poet Horatio; and for its amazing red wine, Aglianico del Vulture.

The day is sunny, as usual over here.





While driving on, I glimpse a village on the top of a hill, like a cherry on a pie.





"That must be Irsina" I exclaimed.

Once a tourist guide told us that the cathedral of Irsina hosts a magnificent statue of Sant'Eufemia, ascribed to the Renaissance artist Mantegna.



So, we can't miss it.

Few miles before arriving at Irsina, we see an old man walking uphill to reach his home.

He must be a peasant. He looks tired, though. 

Then,we hear him shouting at us. 

I stop my car straight way. "he needs a lift" I wonder.

I'm struck by the vivid color of his blue eyes. He is supposed to be around 80 years old.

I ask "Did you just finish working, right?" "Yes" he replies.

I continue "Do you need a lift to Irsina, correct?" "Yes, sir. to Mondepelòse, please".

Mondepelòse (Montepeluso) is the old name of Irsina. 

I enquiry "Sir, do you have a vineyard? You know, I'd like to buy some good wine from those who actually make it".

"Yes, I make Aglianico del Vulture wine" he replies.

"Cool" I say.

Once arrived, we get out of the car.

He goes home. I remain awaiting outside. Few seconds later, an old lady gets out with him.

They lead me to their wine cellar which is into the basement, of course.

I purchase 5 bottles of red wine of Aglianico for a total of 10 euros. 

If they had asked me 20 quid, I would have given them 20.

While leaving he shouts at me "Hey, come here!".

He hands me out an extra bottle of wine for free. I love such a man.

It's time to visit the city center of Irsina.





We walk straight to the cathedral. 

The city center seems to me magnificent as well as the cathedral.






Unfortunately, this village has experienced a brutal migration to the north of Italy, during the '60ies and '70ies of last century. 





Most of Irsinesi have migrated to Sassuolo (Emilia Romagna).

I associate Lucania and her history to people like Rocco Scotellaro, the so called poeta della libertà contadina. 






He was mayor of Tricarico.











I'd recommend you to read his two books: "L'uva puttanella" and "Contadini del Sud".







I like to mention that in 2008 I have shot a documentary named Carmine Crocco, dei briganti il generale

This doc is about the Lucanian movement who fought the Savoia during the so called unification of Italy (1861). 

As I had received a prize for that, I dedicated it to the memory of Rocco Scotellaro. I'm proud to say this.

Let's get back to Irsina now.

I just realize that the cathedral is closed. "It gets opened in the afternoon" we are advised.

However, we won't give up our tour around Irsina. So, we keep walking and go further.

We admire an amazing square from which is possible to contemplate the sweet hills surrounding Irsina.






"It seems like Tuscany" I tell Lucia.






I notice a man who stares something far away.

"This is the right person whom to talk to" I think to myself.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I address him.




"Yes Sir, it is. That is my land" He proudly points it.






"Few English families have bought a property here. However, living here is not that cheap. C' vonn i sold a mundun (you need a lot of money)" he says. 

We keep walking, then, after having bought focaccia and salami, we resume our trip to Venosa.

We get there at around 2 o'clock. 

It's time to eat something.

We park beside the archaeological park and the incompiuta, which we are going to visit as soon we eat our meal.

Both Focaccia and salami are delicious.

I sip the wine which I have just bought. It seems good. Even though, I'll realize later that it's pretty alcoholic.

As we are going to catch up with our friend at 4 pm, we have enough time to view both the archaeological site and incompiuta.

The ticket costs just 3 euros, and includes the entry to the castle as well.

The archaeological area dates back to the Roman age. 


There is a main road, which divide the area. 

On one side there are the thermae, with caldarium, tepidarium and frigidarium.

What about the mosaics? Some of them are very well preserved.




This one portrays Medusa. 

it's just fantastic, isn't it?





Moving forward, we enter the incompiuta (XI century), which is basically a Norman church left incomplete; that's why is called incompiuta.



To build it up, it has been used stones taken both from the Roman and Medieval sites.

We do visualize on the walls symbols of unknown meaning like the one below. In case you know what it means, please tell me by leaving a comment below, thanks.






















We have completed our tour.

I must say that I'm exhausted.

I still feel the wine affecting my head. I'd like to take a nap, but I can't. 

We catch up with Giovanna at 4 pm. She is going to give the birth to a baby.

I ask her to prepare a coffea: I strongly need it.

At 7 pm, we say goodbye to our friend. We still have time to visit the castle, which is right in town.

There is a lot to see.

I wish to mention the permanent exhibition dedicated to the Jew community who actually lived here in the Middle ages.


















We get out the castle at 7.30.

The way back is gonna be long.

It was a pleasant trip, though. We have talked with interesting people.

Our tour in Lucania is over, at the moment.

Now it's time to come back home.

Ciao

Monday, 25 May 2015

Il Maggio di Accettura, an ancestral rite


On Sunday, I went to Accettura to take part to the celebration of il Maggio di Accettura, an ancestral rite held since centuries, where a holly is grafted into a turkey oak.









The holly symbolizes a female, the turkey oak a male.

According to historians, this rite seems to be introduced by the Longobards.

Accettura is a small village located on the top of a mountain, between Matera and Potenza, in Basilicata.

As per tradition, the natives have split themselves in two teams: cimaioli and maggiaioli.

In other words, cimaioli went to the Gallipoli forest to cut down the top of a holly.

The second team, maggiaioli, moved to the Montepiano bush to uproot the most beautiful example of turkey oak.






I joined to the cimaioli, though.









I was with Lucia and some friends from Altamura.

We arrived at the main square of Accettura at around 2 pm.

We got on the shuttle after having been wating for 1 hour.

However, who cares? We have had chance to talk with some natives who infected us their joy.



Il Maggio di Accettura is so deeply felt by the community, that even emigrants from UK and Germany come back every year to celebrate it.

So, after having got out the shuttle, we joined the crowd who was carrying on the holly.

It was amazing to see people gathering around the tree, drinking and singing.






























And what about those men and women (mostly men) who’ll be carrying on the holly for around 15 kilometers?

Of course, good wine was being offered to anyone.

A shepherd has offered some grappa.

He was equipped with wine and grappa. “Wine is male, grappa female” he said, with an amused smile on his face.

We have reached Accettura at 8 pm.

Therefore, we have been walking for almost 4 hours.

We have stopped every hour to let the men take a rest.

I won’t never forget il Maggio di Accettura, because people is so friendly.



And then, because this rite tells us that the environment it’s the most important thing.

We civilized as well as educated men have forgotten it.

Thank you Accettura.

PS.
the graft will be done on Tuesday, therefore you are plenty of time to arrange a last minute trip to Accettura.

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Matera, the European capital of culture 2019

Over the last days, the EU commissioners visited firstly Lecce in Apulia. Then, Matera in Basilicata.











Therefore, I asked myself: “Which city do you reckon is more entitled to be the European capital of culture 2019?”.

I have been thinking about it for a while. 






Then, firmly I replied to myself: “Matera, of course”.








I saw Matera for the first time four years ago.

As you probably are aware, Lucia, my partner, is from Altamura.

Altamura, located in Apulia, is just a bunch of miles from Matera.

So, Lucia has always described Matera as such a magic and inspiring town.

Therefore, I dated her in Matera, where we had a tasty pizza Napoletana

Soon after, we exchanged a tiramisù kiss ;-)

Nowadays, Matera is competing with Lecce and with other Italian cities such as Cagliari, Perugia-Assisi, Ravenna and Siena.

The reason for which I support the Matera candidature?

Well, in my opinion Matera has something unique I would say: i Sassi.


















Basically, i Sassi are among the oldest housing units of the world.

The zone was already inhabited during the Paleolithic era.




Every time I come to Matera, I can’t refrain from contemplating i Sassi

It is like to visualize the history of Humanity. 

Matera is such an ancestral site.




Carlo Levi has written about the terrible hygienic conditions in which people of Sassi went through during the Fascist age. 

You find it in the Levi's cult book: Cristo si è fermato ad Eboli.



Book like this, contributed to create the cultural humus for people such as Rocco Scotellaro, poet of the peasant civilization.

I Sassi were portrayed during the 50ies as a “national shame”.

Soon after, more than 15.000 thousands people were relocated from i Sassi to new housing units.

For more than 30 years i Sassi had been completely neglected.

Then, in 1986 a national law funded the recovery of Sassi.  

I Sassi have been declared in 1993 world heritage by UNESCO.

Talking about cinema, many movies have been shot in Matera.

From my point of view, the most important one is the Pasolini’s The Gospel according to St. Matthew





This movie is considered by International cinema reviewers as the best one concerning the Jesus’s life.







Matera, but I would say the entire Basilicata, reminds Jerusalem, the holy land.

Mel Gibson has shot The Passion here. 

Additionally, Bruce Beresford has shot in 1980 King David, starring a young Richard Gere.

Over the last weeks, a Chinese crew of 60 people has just completed to shoot Marry me, which will be seen in China in February 2015. 

3.000 Chinese cinemas will show it.









Matera has an exciting cultural life.











Of course, the town is not just i Sassi.

Matera is pretty famous for its rupestrian churches, with stunning graffiti painted inside.

My opinion is that Matera has a genuine vocation to be the European capital of culture 2019.

The humanity sink roots in the Sassi.

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Saturday, 26 July 2014

the wine of Greek Gods

Yesterday evening, while driving towards Altamura, I passed by Palazzo S. Gervasio (Basilicata), a bunch of miles from Apulia.















In this land the paesants produce a wonderful wine named Aglianico del Vulture.





It is a red wine based on the Aglianico grape, produced in the Vulture area.







The legend wants that the Greeks, who migrated to the South of Italy, introduced this grape between the 7th and 6th century BC.

Therefore, me, Lucia and her Mum decide to go to Palazzo S. Gervasio and buy this legendary wine.

We come accross an old man, with red cheeks: "excuse me Sir, we would like to buy some local wine...".






And the old man, with a friendly smile on his face replies: "well, you better go to the main plaza, and ask for it to one of the men sat down there".

Therefore, we head to the main plaza. Once there, I begin to ask around.

At last, we find our man. His name is Michele.


He looks very calm and happy to sell his wine.

So, he leads us to his wine cellar.

It looks a Museum of the peasant civilization.

















He produces around 500 litres of Aglianico.

He complaints that he works really hard to look after his small vineyard.







I decide to buy 25 litres of his wine. I trust him so much that I even do not ask Michele the price. I am confident that I am going to drink one of the best wine ever.

Then, I taste his wine...

What can I say? I just feel like Zeus on the top of Olympus.

Michele tells us that his father died a couple of years ago. Michele assures us that he uses the same techniques his father used to.


Finally, the wine container is filled. For 25 litres of wine is asks me just 50 euros. In other words, just 2 euros per liter. Unbeliveble!

I carry on the wine container and put it into my small car.

I say good bye to Michele and his friends. I feel like I have made new friends.

Salute!

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