sabato 17 dicembre 2011

October 4, ...1301

The divine Dante

Imagine to be seven centuries ago, at the beginning of Autumn, among the high wooded hills between Umbria and Marche, in center Italy.


You are arriving from Rome (250 Km distant), riding your horse in a regal procession. With you is Carl of Valois, brother of Philip the Beautiful, king of France, and you are entering in a nice fortified castle over Metauro Valley: Castello della Pieve (Pieve Castle).



The Pope Bonifacio VIII asked Carl to try to make peace (but it wasn't this the real goal) between the two major parties of Florence (200 km distant): the Blacks and the Whites.
In those years Whites came into power and among them there was the great italian poet Dante Alighieri, who was elected Priore (it was an important public office) of Florence between June and August of 1300.
He was one of those who decided the exile of the Blacks leaders, and the place of this exile was just Castello della Pieve.







Here - on October 4, 1311 - Carl of Valois and the Blacks decided the destiny of Florence (expel Whites and give power to Blacks) and, above all, the exile of Dante Alighieri.
On November Blacks took the power in Florence, and in January the divine poet was condemned to exile first and then to death. He never saw his loved native town and he'll die in Ravenna on 1321.




This happened in Castello della Pieve. Here you can arrive walking with us and have a suggestive "medieval" accomodation.

giovedì 1 dicembre 2011

Metola Tower

It isn't a tower... it's mere sky

When I was a child, dreaming to live in a castle on the top of a mountain, there was always a high, big, white tower... like this:











It's Metola Castle.
No one knows when it was built; the early information is from XI century. It's ruined many time ago, and just only the tower survived. Recently well restored, with a small drawbridge also, we can only imagine the life and the people who lived there.





Last but not least, here was born - in 1287 - the blessed Margherita della Metola. She was blind... she haas never seen the sky around her... But she has known the real Sky...