Thursday, March 11, 2021

San Gimignano, Italy 2008

 


In 2008 my oldest son and I were in Italy and one highlight of our trip was a visit to the lovely towered city of San Gimignano. It was my second visit there and, as we hiked our way to the top of the city I hoped against hope that the same musician who I'd photographed 5 years before would be there still. Of course this didn’t happen, but my imagination brought him back to life and I described it all to my son.

It was March of 2008 and as I wended my way to the highest point of San Gimignano I started to hear music. This seemed unlikely in the setting, but it became louder and, as I crested the hill I finally saw the musician.

He resembled a monk but was more likely a performer who hoped to augment his income by an afternoon’s performance. He had somehow managed to tote his harpsichord over the cobblestone paths to this lofty spot.

Now, five years later my son and I sat
 in the same spot where I'd heard that concert. We were the only people there but the memory of the intriguing musician and his medley of Baroque tunes seemed to enhance the magnificent views and the total serenity of it all. As it had then, this became a highlight of our Italian journey.



5 Comments:

Blogger Marie Smith said...

And a pleasure to read about today, Ginnie.

4:54 PM  
Blogger Arkansas Patti said...

That was an unusual street musician. How magical. Sorry your son didn't get to enjoy but glad you did and kept the memory.

4:54 AM  
Blogger Anvilcloud said...

My story isn't nearly as powerful, but I remember a violinist playing at the outlook at Stanley Park in Vancouver. He wasn't a fiddler but a violinist. I like fiddling btw and that would have been nice too.

6:41 AM  
Blogger Goldendaze-Ginnie said...

From my friend Jan ...

"How lucky we are when life brings us magical moments like that.
And how fortunate you are to have been able to share that place with your son!"

6:02 AM  
Blogger Joared said...

Lovely memory! Reminded me of when i was awakened one night to a strumming guitar I heard being played one moonlit night in a nearby park adding a romantic mystique to my stay in Ecuador.

9:03 PM  

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