Day 5 is recounted by William (Bill) Wall
Sunday June 8th - Lugo di Romagna
Lugo! |
Travelling
between Bologna and Lugo in 35C, in an un-air-conditioned local train,
we began to think longingly for the first time of the cool of an Irish
day, and this song came to mind. It's very famous in Italy and indicates
the love affair between the Italian people and the Irish landscape,
which they see as a kind of antithesis of theirs:
Daniele Serafini |
We
were met at the Lugo railway station by the poet and translator Daniele
Serafini, who had organised our reading there. Lugo, is a small town by
Italian standards, but still manages to have a medieval citadel and
renaissance-period porticoes, an ancient open-air market, and a hotel
with exhibitions of political cartoons and a literary programme that
many an Irish arts centre would envy. We had dinner that evening, at the
invitation of the City Council, under the porticoes in glorious shade,
eating typical local food and drinking Sangiovese, and afterwards read
at Caffe Letterario.
William Wall reading in Lugo at the Caffe Letterario |
It was the evening of a
closely-contested local election, taken much more seriously in Italy
than Ireland perhaps because local councils have real power, and they
were worried that there would be a small turnout, but they needn't have
been. Afterwards, in a bar in the mediaeval castle, the Italians
anxiously awaited the results of the final count. Just before midnight
word came that the candidate of choice of the literary and artistic side
of the city had won and after that we simply had to go celebrating the
victory.
A local woman in traditional dress |
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