|
|
Click cover for larger view |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Author David Downie and photographer Alison Harris climb the Janiculum—the highest hill within Rome’s ancient walled fortifications—and find hidden benches with see-forever views; a church forecourt where Goethe sat and sighed, drinking in the inspiration; and the park of a once-noble villa now luxuriantly overgrown, its long trellises knotted with fragrant wisteria and climbing roses. On the Palatine, they find a narrow lane that passes over the ancient ruins, affording rare glimpses of the Forum and Coliseum, free of charge, and with no wait. Beyond the Domus Aurea of Emperor Nero, they discover a sweeping staircase from a century ago and the massive brick remains of a temple to Isis. Even the most intrepid travelers who think of themselves as Rome “insiders” will be surprised when they follow the author and photographer of this guidebook through the Roman labyrinth. Historical anecdotes and quotations from antiquity to the present day are woven throughout the text, bringing Rome alive. |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Alison Harris has worked throughout the world shooting photos for travel books, cookbooks, advertising campaigns, book covers, and magazine articles. She spent much of her childhood in Rome. Her latest books are Markets of Paris, The Pâtisseries of Paris, Chic Shopping Paris, Food Wine Italian Riviera & Genoa, Food Wine Rome, and Food Wine Burgundy, all published by The Little Bookroom.
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
![]() |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hardcover,
color photographs throughout 200pp. 6 x 6" ISBN 978-1-892145-92-5 Retail price: $16.95 Web Price: $13.56 (20% off) |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
MEET DAVID DOWNIE AND ALISON HARRIS Monday, May 2, 7:00 pm Tuesday, May 3, 7:30 pm Saturday, May 7, 4:00 pm Tuesday, May 10, 6:00 pm Wednesday, May 11, 6:00 - 7:00 pm |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Near the geographic center of Villa Borghese, across from the elegant equitation track at Piazza di Siena, the rarely visited, pinkish, castellated building called the Fortezzuola houses the Museo Pietro Canonica. Look for the bronze sculpture of a laden mule and a World War One Alpino soldier, enter the archway behind them, and prepare to be entranced. Framing an octagonal wellhead covered by climbing roses is a garden court from the late 1700s so thick with oranges, lemons and boxwood that you can barely see the benches awaiting in the dusky corners. By a clump of fan-like papyrus, water drips from a lion’s mouth into a scallop-shaped basin grown thick with moss. The courtyard’s frescoes are ghostly, so weathered that you can barely make out the trompe-l’oeil heads. Dodge the plastic-clad gladiators waving wooden swords in front of the Colosseum, or scamper off busy Via dei Fori Imperiali, and take refuge in Via del Colosseo. Nowadays a back road, it was once a main street converging on the colossal amphitheater built by Flavius. Go to numbers 16–19, facing a caper-draped brick wall and rusticated doorway overhung by towering trees and garlands of ivy. You’re standing around the corner from a pocket-size Baroque church, its weathered, russet façade forever hemmed by parked cars. This unexpected enclave, cobbled and elevated a yard or so above street level, forms a tiny triangle of bliss, where red bougainvillea and purple wisteria creep across the puckered, peach-hued plaster of centuries-old buildings. A humble Madonna gazes down beatifically at you from a leafy niche, inviting you to sit on the short flight of stairs and rest a spell. Rosemary and sage grow along one side of the triangle, within reach of someone’s kitchen window. This is pure Rome. Sure, a high school and grammar school face each other down nearby Via delle Carine, but the yelps of students fade into the background hum. Lift your eyes. Above the tiled rooftops you’ll glimpse the battered last tier of the Colosseum one long block to the southeast, a million miles away when measured in terms of atmosphere. Cloister of the Hotel Donna Camilla Savelli On the face of it, cloisters, convents and Francesco Borromini, the seventeenth-century Baroque architect, arch-enemy of Bernini and notoriously beset by gloom, do not normally evoke luxe, calm and voluptuousness. It is precisely these ingredients that come together in the Donna Camilla Savelli, a hotel in the lavishly reconverted Santa Maria dei Sette Dolori monastic complex. You can overnight and enjoy this four-star hostelry hidden at the base of the Janiculum, edging Trastevere. But anyone may enter, not just paying guests. Don’t be put off by the stern forecourt. It showcases Borromini’s trademark passion for convexes and concaves in unadorned brick. Beyond the foyer and reception area, the main courtyard, once a cloister, is now a welcoming garden café surrounded by the hotel’s historic, blush-pink buildings. Guests and visitors may stroll through or take tea and nibble crumpets—or other potables and edibles. A centerpiece fountain shaped like a cloverleaf gurgles, hesitant, it seems, to break the spell. Camellias, climbing red roses and a magnificent scented magnolia lend vertical touches of color, while the rosemary and sage are tucked into tidy beds among terra-cotta urns in the courtyard’s sunniest spots. A vow of silence is no longer required for admission, but don’t be surprised if you find yourself whispering while in this heavenly spot. |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||