park Vulci

SL-WEEK 38: Yellow WordPress

Sylvain said that he would be gone and we had two weeks to deliver our yellow pages. And I thought, ahh, that’s a long time.

Alas, just like in school, even the longest time passes. He is back with a new theme, and I’m stuck with so many yellow photos gathered! Let me post them anyway, even if late.

I think this is the longest gallery on my blog. Yellow is my blog’s background colour, after all, and the colour of the wall in my bedroom. Location info is in the captions.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 38: Yellow

All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers.
—Mary Oliver

River Fiora at Vulci park.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
—Robert Frost

“I have used up all my motives to smile, but then you arrived. Ti amo.” Imagine reading this from your window first thing in the morning. In Roma they know how to love.

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
—W. Somerset Maugham (quote reblogged from The Sarcastic Muse)

In Roma they know how to live: if you strike those keys, it goes more easily. All photos: MM

In Roma they know how to live: if you strike those keys, it goes more easily. All photos: MM

Cee’s Compose Yourself: Leading lines

Cee has a new challenge and I’ll do my best to play along, pretending I get it. 🙂 Yes, it’s technical. This one is about lines leading places. Let’s see if I can take you along. My lines are arranged from the straightest to the curviest. No need to amplify that I prefer the latter.

Photo: MM

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Thursday Doors, October 23

And we are back to the ancient Etruscan metropolis Vulci and the museum in the Badia castle which was closed the last time. You guessed it – for more doors. Let’s play a game Follow This Man.

In the courtyard there is the ticket booth. And lots of doors. And extra stones.

The entrance to the museum is a lovely curtained aperture.

The collection of heads from a long, long, long time ago (3rd to 2nd century BC). Can’t shake the impression that these people were rather pleased with their lives.

The funky staircase to the upper floor and higher.

The balcony on the first floor and the view of the bridge.

The cutest little toilet door? But… what about the giants?

Bye bye, Vulci. We will return. This remarkable museum and surroundings deserve more visitors.

Photo: MM

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

SL-WEEK 15: Communicationing

General rule of communicating, Slovene Academy of Sciences and Arts’ Research Centre (ZRC SAZU), Ljubljana:

With an artificial scuba-diver in front of Piran Maritime Museum:

Reporting from Oktoberfest party in Tuscany:

Message across millennia: people on this territory have been happy since forever. National Archaeological Museum of Vulci, 3rd-2nd century BC.

From me to all of you.

Photo: MM

For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 15: Communications

Thursday Doors, September 10

The travelling uncleberry was here again. That’s right, the door-pointing one. I can’t believe it’s that time again. But today it’s not only the doors, and there is only one building in question.

This time we didn’t explore much due to my flu but we did return to the ancient Etruscan metropola of Vulci between Montalto di Castro and Canino which I discovered once by chance with the help of sheep above the emerald Fiora, and tried to return by taking a too bumpy and river-crossed country road.

We have learnt that the beautiful Badia Castle, with two doors, hosts a museum which is free every first Sunday of the month. We missed that by one day. Mondays they are closed, therefore we shall return.

Photo: MM

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

Vulci or no Vulci, I ain’t driving on this road, it’s got flying bestias on. Photo: MM

My other Isonzo

There is the famous Isonzo, as it is called in Italy where it is born, or Soča river, called in Slovenia where it mostly flows. Poems have been written about it. Fronts have been fought alongside it. It is called the Emerald Jewel, and it is the pride of Slovenia. And then there is this.

When I descended down the Soča in a small army rubber boat with three others in it, it took one of my All Stars. And I took some of it home in a bottle, wrote Soča on it and drank it for a few days. And now I’ve found another one.

Not the street named after it, even though I found that too (on the photo above), in Santa Severa (while the bigger town next to it, Santa Marinella, is a twin town, or sister city, of Kranjska Gora in Slovenia).

It is a river with no name – or better, I haven’t learnt it yet. Let’s have a glimpse:

It flows under the bridge where the sheep pushed me off the street. After they forced me to park and let them pass, I had a look around and was greeted by this cheerful sign – the first time I see one of these:

But to call it a mere flood wave would be mean. The colour is just too pretty.

But the really surprising view came from the middle of the bridge.

It felt like falling into a fairy tale. When I reached the fort, the notice boards told me that I have fallen into the remains of an Etruscan metropola, just something for my father. A bit further is also archaeological park Vulci. I decided to wait for him to visit first, which is just about to happen, before I explore further. So here are just a few glimpses more, as a preview.

Let’s hope the next time we are there this bridge on the Isonzo (Most na Soči) is open. And that the Etruscans were great builders.

P.S. Must edit to include its name since I’ve just googled it and it’s so pretty: it is called Fiora.

≈ Manja Maksimovič ≈

Photo: MM