I had never heard of Scandicci, until I read in the early sixties (I lived in Rome), some novels Pratolini Vasco, The Scialo, Chronicle of Poor Lovers , and some others. Against the backdrop of compelling stories, Pratolini told how, in the years between the wars, the wealthy shopkeepers of Florence went to vacation in the hills of Scandicci and gardeners scandiccesi every morning at dawn with the cart to go and sell their vegetables in the city . I still remember the impressions of living in the sunny fields of the countryside scandiccese and cheerful noise of the trolleys that went by night in Florence. Only later did I read
Prints 800 Aldo Palazzeschi where The writer reminded Scandicci Florence around 1890. His whole family spent the summer in a villa in Scandicci Alto. Infinite load furnishings (even the sewing machine!) And went on a coach from San Frediano in the early afternoon to arrive at Scandicci dinner.
As you can imagine it was then Scandicci odors that circulated in the rooms spacious and fresh in their villa, "the piercing of hay, straw and threshing grain in a fine dust that gold was performed in the yard arms, the corn, vegetables, pumpkins, the lavender, the verbena and mint, grapes, peaches figs apples, and the violent and racking of the must, marc, of which the house became intoxicated. "
I do not know how he Scandicci other testimony before the 'catastrophe' (so, al-Nakba, the Palestinians call Israel's birth) construction of the Sixties, when even "a windowsill flower was the subject of complacency" throughout the country , "city as an institution" (Palazzeschi wrote in another place). The iconography of
Scandicci is poor: Operate a dozen old photos and old postcards that I see in all the local publications. Forty years ago, Edward Such, Florentine architect and urban planner, wrote: "While cities like Rome are rich a thrift (...) photographic heritage of Florence, almost a meanness, has missed so many pictures, now sunk ... Nobody cared to photograph it before you destroy the walls, and there are no images of the soil and the environment outside the old city. Finally, what is more guilty, there are few documents that the external landscape ... "
To get an idea of \u200b\u200bhow it was before the Scandicci 'housing explosion' (the phrase this time is E. These) , one must have recourse to the memories of the 'grandmothers', published some years ago in a valuable and delightful little book called When women had bikes .
A grandmother recalls: "In summer we reached Florence, crossing expanses of fields that ran before our eyes. Take the meadow was like to arrive in America. "
Renato Castaldi's book, Scandicci and its people, published almost twenty years ago, though talk of particular political events, it also contains some nice glimpse of the landscape. One morning, Castaldi baby and mom together on a large lawn freshly cut, not far from the 'Four Madonnas', an acquaintance, rags, intent on collecting mushrooms. "My mother began to converse with him, spoke of mushroom (she had collected a lot)." Mushrooms to the 'Four Madonna '!
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Prints 800 Aldo Palazzeschi where The writer reminded Scandicci Florence around 1890. His whole family spent the summer in a villa in Scandicci Alto. Infinite load furnishings (even the sewing machine!) And went on a coach from San Frediano in the early afternoon to arrive at Scandicci dinner.
As you can imagine it was then Scandicci odors that circulated in the rooms spacious and fresh in their villa, "the piercing of hay, straw and threshing grain in a fine dust that gold was performed in the yard arms, the corn, vegetables, pumpkins, the lavender, the verbena and mint, grapes, peaches figs apples, and the violent and racking of the must, marc, of which the house became intoxicated. "
I do not know how he Scandicci other testimony before the 'catastrophe' (so, al-Nakba, the Palestinians call Israel's birth) construction of the Sixties, when even "a windowsill flower was the subject of complacency" throughout the country , "city as an institution" (Palazzeschi wrote in another place). The iconography of
Scandicci is poor: Operate a dozen old photos and old postcards that I see in all the local publications. Forty years ago, Edward Such, Florentine architect and urban planner, wrote: "While cities like Rome are rich a thrift (...) photographic heritage of Florence, almost a meanness, has missed so many pictures, now sunk ... Nobody cared to photograph it before you destroy the walls, and there are no images of the soil and the environment outside the old city. Finally, what is more guilty, there are few documents that the external landscape ... "
To get an idea of \u200b\u200bhow it was before the Scandicci 'housing explosion' (the phrase this time is E. These) , one must have recourse to the memories of the 'grandmothers', published some years ago in a valuable and delightful little book called When women had bikes .
A grandmother recalls: "In summer we reached Florence, crossing expanses of fields that ran before our eyes. Take the meadow was like to arrive in America. "
Renato Castaldi's book, Scandicci and its people, published almost twenty years ago, though talk of particular political events, it also contains some nice glimpse of the landscape. One morning, Castaldi baby and mom together on a large lawn freshly cut, not far from the 'Four Madonnas', an acquaintance, rags, intent on collecting mushrooms. "My mother began to converse with him, spoke of mushroom (she had collected a lot)." Mushrooms to the 'Four Madonna '!
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