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Yesterday a much quieter day, with, however, some unexpecteds. The day, late as I was waking, looked to fritter away on its own, so I went to Nocera Umbra: just 12 miles or so from here, but in a total of 3 months in Spello I'd never been.
Putt-putt to Foligno with a 1‑minute change to a bus at the station. Bus full of high-schoolers, as always in Italy, animated but perfectly well-mannered; dropping me off, after driving up the Flaminia (Nuova), at the gate to the centro storico of Nocera; in front of which, a cool and well-tended little garden with boxwood clipped into "Benvenuti a Nocera" (twice — two little parterres) and a pond with a mossy rock dribbling water in the center.
The civic symbol of Nocera Umbra:
the Campanaccio in September 1998. |
The Piazza bravely bedecked in flags, Italian and presumably of the rioni, with a large red-and‑blue-vested platform (I learned later surely for a basically pep rally to be held tomorrow, Katia Ricciarelli and other singers at 4 P.M., I'm very much thinking of going). A beautiful little square tucked away in a natural cul-de‑sac, ten houses with their plants abandoned on the doorsteps: cacti and others surviving nicely, but others, requiring apparently more human care, like arborvitae, dead.
Out, down the road in the presumed direction of the railroad station probably some 4 km away. Beautiful views of this scenic town: from a bit of a ways off, other'n the damaged tower, she looks just fine. . . .
I've apparently learned the knack of keeping my eyes peeled in an absent-minded sort of way: about 2 km out, across from a 75‑m stretch of noisily jackhammered and pneumatic-hosed concrete embankment being installed, I saw 20cm icebergwise of what turned out to be a very attractive solid chunk of Roman supporting wall, still supporting the road I was walking on — the Flaminia after all. In fact — I quizzed a nearby farmer — the blocks were numbered, the wall dismantled, reinforced concrete installed, and everything put back, apparently not long ago: he gave the impression of been an eyewitness to the process, but like an idiot I failed to ask him. Località Le Spugne. Nearby, per a second man, another similar chunk when
he was a kid — he's my age or so — but used so much as a dump that it all got buried under débris. A nearby farmhouse built on a few more blocks — could see one or two from 100 m away as we talked. Another 300 m down the road, a side road with a dubious Roman bridge — my interlocutor didn't believe it; neither did I when I saw it; and by very good luck, met a member of the family who owns the property: she said "molto rifatto" — indeed.
Via Flaminia: the Roman supporting wall at Le Spugne |
From there to the station at Nocera, with a mineral water bottling plant across the trax from it. Hadn't been watching the time, nor did I know the schedule, but when I got there I found I'd connected (20‑minute wait) with the last train for several hours: another piece of good ferroviary luck — I seem to be having a lot of it these days.
Back to Foligno, wait at station, Spello, simple meal, bed.
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