Italy 2011, Frascati and Marino

Marino Italy

Frascati, another of the Castelli Romani, is a busy dormitory town for nearby Rome and being the location of several international scientific laboratories is closely associated with science and technology.  In 1943 it was heavily bombed and approximately half of its buildings, including many monuments, villas and houses, were destroyed.  Many people died in an air raid on 22nd January 1944, the day of the battle of Anzio. Towards the end of the war the city was finally liberated from the Nazi German occupation on 4th June 1944 by the advancing American infantry.

What Frascati is best known for is its famous white wine, also called Frascati, which enjoys a Denominazione di Origine Controllata status. The vineyards where the vines are grown are volcanic and well drained with a micro climate influenced by the Alban Hills. The Romans referred to it as the Golden Wine both for its colour and its value and it has become embedded in the cultural and economic traditions of the town.  In the fifteenth century there were over a thousand taverns in Rome and producers of Frascati owned almost all of them. It is said that Frascati is the most often mentioned wine in Italian literature.

The bus suddenly reappeared so we quickly finished our drinks and walked back to the bus stop just in front of one of the most impressive buildings in the town, the Villa Aldobrandini and known also as Belvedere because of  its charming location and excellent view overlooking the whole valley up to Rome, twenty kilometres away.  The bus left on time and as we still had a couple of hours or so before we needed to leave for the airport we felt confident enough to get off at Marino and have a look around there as well.

The bus dropped us off in a square with a curious fountain depicting slavery and a monument to celebrate the naval battle of Lepanto that took place on 7thOctober 1571 when a fleet of the Holy League, a coalition of Catholic maritime states, decisively defeated the main fleet of the Ottoman Empire.

At the time I wasn’t sure what it was doing here in this provincial town but I discovered later that all of Italy was delighted with this defeat of the Saracens because it put an end to years and years of pirate raids and now that they were no longer a threat people could return to the coastal towns and villages to live in peace.

We were still looking for Christine’s souvenirs so we left the square and walked along a main street which looked promising but proved fruitless.

Marino Italy

Marino is clearly not a tourist place but instead a traditional Italian living and working town with shabby narrow streets, care worn but brightly colour-washed buildings with ancient coats of paint which have blotched and blurred by successive harsh summers and the result is a glorious wash like water colours leaking in the rain, everything running, flaking and fusing.  The streets between the houses are deep gullies made brilliant by washing lines strung outside windows like bunting, across the pavements dripping and swaying above little shops and small bars.

In the heat the atmosphere was slow and lazy and no one appeared to be rushing to do anything very much at all.  The greatest activity was at the bottom of the hill where there was a small market with a few stalls selling fruit and vegetables where there was a bit of trade but a lot more conversation.

We returned to the square on the main road where, although we couldn’t be certain, because there was no timetable, we estimated that if buses ran every hour from Frascati then one would be due in twenty minutes or so from now so we found a bar with a clear view of the road where we could keep look out and ordered some drinks from a waitress who seemed surprised to see English visitors in town on this Tuesday morning.

A couple of blue and white buses came and went but these were not ours and twenty minutes came and went and we began to wonder if we had guessed correctly as a further ten minutes passed by and we started looking around for a taxi rank.  The waitress had no idea of bus times so we waited a few minutes longer and then finally a bus for Albano came along the main road and we hailed it to stop and jumped on board back to the town.

After we had collected our bags we needed another bus, this time to the airport.  Micky and I were all for getting a taxi but at €50 but Kim considered this excessive and I have to say that she was correct because a ticket to Ciampino was only €1 each and a bus arrived and took us the twenty minute journey to the entrance to the airport and, if we hadn’t worked it out before, we knew then that we had been ripped off by the taxi driver when we arrived on Saturday morning.

Ciampino turned out not to be the best airport in the world but the flight was almost on time and we didn’t have long to sit and reflect on four excellent days in Italy and the wonderful city of Rome.  It had been busy, it had been rushed and it had been hot but we had enjoyed every single minute of it.

Marino Italy

19 responses to “Italy 2011, Frascati and Marino

  1. I love the washing photos. I did a whole post on it recently. Young Italians hate the practice, but I love it.

  2. I love your photos in this post Andrew 🙂

  3. What is it about other people’s washing? When we have visitors we try to remember to bring it in so our friends don’t find out what our undies look like. But strangers’ washing is always worth a photo.

    • I wonder if anyone has ever photographed our washing lines? I used to have a friend who insisted on impeccable washing line tidiness – all of his socks had to be hung in pairs and all of the heels and toes had to face the same way – I always considered this a bit weird but his washing line would make a very good picture!

  4. A Canadian friend of Italian origin just moved to Polermo. She hates the clothes lines. She also tells me dryers are scarce and very expensive.
    I’ve always had this romantic idea that Italy is a picture card. The run down buildings shook me up a bit. Thanks for the photos, Andrew.

  5. Hi Andrew, I really enjoyed your post! I was born and raised in Rome and I remember lots of fun Nights, Easter Monday picnics, New Years Eve parties with my friends during my high school and University years at Castelli Romani, places like Frascati, Marino, Castel Gandolfo, Rocca Priora, Arriccia…eating in the Fraschette with fresh porchetta, white Frascati wine, ending our dinner with biscotti al vino dunk in the Frascati.
    Thank you for sharing this!

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  7. When traveling I am so drawn to laundry photos. these are superb with the bright colored walls, albeit run down backdrops.

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  9. Isn’t it amazing how different people’s choice of facade colours just blend into a wonderful pattern one couldn’t come up on ones own even if one tries…I love these facades.

  10. Your word picture of Marino was a delight, Andrew!

  11. I loved you post and your photos! I am from Rome but funnily enough I’ve never been to Marino: I used to go the ice rink near there, as a child, and never even realised there was a town.. Shame on me 🙂

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