While strolling about in Florence, I felt fortunate to stumble across a few hundred shady characters dressed up in Medieval outfits. I quickly noticed that they were grouped according to the colours of their outfits. From jesters to jousters, drummers to trumpeters, and archers to swordsmen, they wore outfits sporting a pair of colours, unique to their team. Later I learned that there were four teams, or four quartieri, neighbourhoods, that competed each year in a Medieval reenactment of various events. Before long, an orderly parade emerged out of the chaos. It was too hot to stay out in the sun much longer however I was mesmerized by the realistic, elegant costumes, one quartiere after the other parading, with drummers drumming and trumpeters trumpeting. It was sensational!
I possibly missed a highlight event at the parade's destination, I learned a few days later. Normally, I'd have informed myself, however I was seriously overheating in the 38C sunshine. It occurred to me that somewhere, there must be some jousting matches, as there are apparently a few annual Medieval events taking place in Italy. Now, that would be fun, I thought! I continued imagining this possibility...
Fast
forward one week. I am in the front seat of the minibus heading back to
Florence after a week of heavenly cycling in Tuscany with TrekTravel. Our
driver, Marcello, and I are chatting half in Italian, half in English, when he,
out of the blue, decides to tell me about a huge Medieval festival tomorrow in
Arezzo, an hour away by train. This town also has four quartieri that
compete in various competitions ending in a spectacular display of jousting! It
is tomorrow and only an hour away! What a stroke of luck... Let's go!
In the next few minutes, I Google the event to purchase my ticket to see the 9:30pm jousting event. But wait, it is all sold out! I tell Marcello about this disappointing twist of fate. He replies, "don't worry, I'll call my son." Yet another twist in the tale: his son, Alex, is one of the organizers of one of the four quartieri, Sant’Andrea. The others are called Santo Spirito, del Foro, and Crucifera. Marcello leaves a voice message as we motor along. Alex replies to the voice message an hour later, directly to my phone, that a ticket is being put aside for me. Another stroke of luck... tomorrow I am going to see real live jousting!
The
free portion of the day's events in Arezzo, the parade and various performances, start at
6pm according to Alex. However ChatGPT informs me of something important going
on at 3:30pm. I can find absolutely nothing on the Internet about the day's
program, so I aim to take the 2pm train. But first, with my morning free in
Florence, I head off to see Michaelangelo's David. Here, too, tickets are sold
out online for both today and tomorrow. Sound familiar? I walk over to the Accademia Gallery
anyway, to learn that I can stand in line for a while and buy a ticket. A
hustler sees me circling around the different queues and approaches me. For an
extra 5 euros, he will sell me a ticket whereby I can walk right in. Sold!
Admiring
David and seeing jousting, both at sold out events, on the same day!
Fortunately, it is air conditioned inside the museum, so I linger in front of
the many statues, busts, and huge paintings before arriving at David. I sit on
a bench in front of, and then on another behind David and admire the statue. I imagine, if
this is David, how big Goliath would need to be, to remain in proportion. Did
you know that David's sling is also etched into the statue as it is draped over
his shoulder and down his back? It is difficult to notice. I also learn that
David’s head and hands are disproportionately large but nobody knows with
certainty why Michaelangelo chose to do this.
As I
hinted at earlier, ChatGPT was hallucinating. There is no 3:30pm event
scheduled. Arezzo, maybe because of the high heat, was dead in the afternoon,
no townspeople, barely a tourist, certainly no knights nor trumpeters to be
seen. I make my way up the hill to the Cattedrale
dei Santi Pietro e Donato to get out of the sun. Lucky break for me,
a wedding ceremony was just then beginning. Organ music, the priest's
benedictions, the whole nine yards, replete with a beautiful bride in white, of
course, with a very long train trailing behind her, a groom, and 150 guests, all in a magnificent
850-year-old church. I stayed 45 minutes for the experience, angelic melodies,
and cooler air.
I
had decided yesterday to fly home tomorrow, three days ahead of schedule, and
pass up spending those planned days in Sienna, due to the broiling heat. I
changed my flight. So staying overnight in Arezzo became risky as my flight home was
now at noon tomorrow. The last train back to Florence from Arezzo was at
10:45pm. I noted another one later, at 1:11am, on my train app, but GoogleMaps couldn't
confirm this. Nor could Rome2rio.
The
6pm procession lasted 90 minutes. It was most impressive! Hundreds and hundreds
of townspeople dressed up in elegant Medieval costumes, many with shields,
spears, or crossbows. The musicians are all playing their instruments in unison,
mostly drums and trumpets. Many flag bearers, priests and bishops, all marching
in step and ultimately congregating on the terrasse and front steps of the very
same church where two hours earlier I found welcome shelter from the heat. The
costumes were dazzling. Before long, I easily imagine myself a peasant in
Medieval times, watching in awe as the parade of important and powerful people
file by, the rhythmic drumming overpowering my senses. You must add this phantasmagorical
experience to your bucket list.
But
let's jump to 9:30pm when the by-invitation-only big event starts. The crowds
arrive, starting a half-hour earlier, taking their seats in the stands, built
on either side of the path where soon mighty stallions will be galloping at top
speeds. My gifted ticket placed me in the standing area, where I am surrounded
by a couple of hundred cheering 18-year-old kids from the Sant'Andrea quartiere,
each one wearing the team colours, green and red, on their identical
loose-fitting scarves. I am wondering if I should have bought one, the better
to blend in. The other three teams are clearly visible by their colours, too.
Two teams in my standing area, two teams in the other, across the way. A lot of
yelling and cheering by the kids, supporting their quartiere.
The excitement is palpable, the first 25 minutes pass with hundreds of medieval warriors marching into the central arena, drums beating out their music, one quartiere at a time. The outrageous outfits, the brilliant colours, the thunderous drums and blaring brass sounds, the synchronous marching, my senses are all simultaneously overflowing with excitement. Only once in your life do you get to enjoy something novel for the first time; I know it and I am loving it! Following this, a 20-minute flag-waving and “flag-throwing” exhibition, a spectacular event under the glare of the bright floodlights, the likes of which I have never seen before.
The jousting hasn't even begun and I know that I would have
to leave any minute and make my way back down to the train station. I certainly
got my "money's worth" by now and refuse to feel disappointed at
missing the jousting competition. Just then, riders, one at a time, are galloping
along the jousting path at top speed, faster than I've ever seen horses gallop
before. In full regalia, they each in turn, extend their right arm as though
holding a lance, ready to joust and then ride out of sight. The jousting exhibition would soon
start and by 11:30pm a winning team would be selected by the judges. Alas,
exalted, I exit the arena and head to the train station. I smile to myself, grateful
for all my good fortune, and know that next time, I must buy a proper seat in
the stands weeks ahead of time, after securing two nights in a local hotel.
As
with nearly all my travels, every place I visit beckons me to return to see and
experience what I have missed the first time round. Which is precisely how
David lured me to return to Florence.