Verona. Setting for the fictitious, ill-fated lovers. And yet, there is a small alley with walls completely covered in ink, ink that tells the tales of countless women who seek advice from Giuletta. The alley leads to a very small courtyard with
the balcony and Juliet's bronze statue. The act of rubbing her left breast promises to bring a favorable love life and so it gleams from continuous rubbing. Just as in the movie,
Letters to Juliet, love letters are answered by the Guild of Giuletta. There is even a Tomba di Giuletta! Wonder who is buried there?
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| Giuletta's balcony |
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| Good luck breast |
Verona is my second favorite city, just after Ravenna. The pretty Piazza Bra is dominated by the Roman Arena covered in pink and white marble. Twenty thousand cheering Veronese crowded into the Arena during its heyday to witness the spectacle of Christian vs. lion. A vibrant concert season brings people to the Arena today.
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| Roman Arena |
A riot of colorful flowers and people filled the piazza. Despite the fact that it was Palm Sunday, every shop was open. We heard many languages being spoken but we heard German most often. Waitstaff and sales people amaze me with their fluency in many languages. Two Latvian girls addressed us in Italian until I explained, 'No parlo Italiano molto bene." In English, one asked which language did I want to use. She was fluent in 5 languages and understood more!
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