In ancient times, the Carnevale of Florence was among the most brilliant and noisy on the Italian peninsula. From the Medici times forward, members of the same noble families wore the same kind of masks and went through the city until all hours, singing and carrying so many torches it was “as if it were full day.”
The carriages courses had not yet been invented, but the revelry and the noise that was made in the streets in those days made Florence the most carefree and gay city in the world.
Carnival goers would go to the Mercato Nuovo (where the silk merchants and drapery shops were located) with flasks, and also to the Mercato Vecchio, between ferrivecchi and pannilani sellers. The young of all the leading families all took part in this gazzarra of the ball, going around disguised in creative ways and playing pranks on the unsuspecting.
More than anything, however, they tried to throw big balls into the shops so that the merchants were forced to close and send their workers out to have fun too. As long as the matter remained within these limits, people enjoyed at it, especially when in the Old Market they were throwing a ball into the workshop of a iron smith, bringing down pans, tripods and jugs, with a deafening noise.
But, over time, the revelry became excessive and caused riots. When the young nobles threw out balloons that had been soaked in mota, they ruined the fabrics and drapes of the merchants, creating great economic damages.
Hence, quarrels arose and the people objected. If the nobles were creating such problems, the plebs wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine. The commoners used bunches of rags that were drenched in pools and rivulets. These filthy bundles dirtied everything. Violence ensued in retribution.
After hundreds of arrests, the Eight of Guardia and Balìa issued a ban ordering, with the threat of severe penalties, that no one could get out with the ball before 10 pm and before the trumpets of the City had gone on the streets playing the trumpets to warn the merchants.
(Taken from Old Florence by Giuseppe Conti).
Pictures of a random selection taken in one afternoon in the Rive Gauche:
The serpent above is my all-time favorite.
When the outdoors are dressed up like a living room, it’s a sure sign something fun is up:
Behold! Visiting the showroom after my tour of the Antico Setificio recently made me hyperventilate. So much beauty, so little time!
By the way, some of the pictures below may duplicate each other. Sometimes writing a blog is a super pain in the next, especially when you have lots of images to use and when the software misbehaves. I do the best that I can. I prefer to be over inclusive rather than miss one image.
Sunday at the Galleries Lafayette. Wow! What a zoo. The annual sale season is in full glory and the Chinese are literally lined up as if in a movie theater to buy designer bags. A line for Yves Saint Laurent, for Chanel, for Balenciaga, etc.
Jambon and fromage crepe for lunch.
Pictures coming later.
Here they come: updated on Jan. 21, 2020