Piazza San Pietro Caveoso

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    • Day 148


      September 7, 2022 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

      On se perd un peu dans les dédales des étroites rues et des escaliers. La ville est au bord d'une falaise ⛰️ et dans une sorte de cuvette. C'est plutôt cool, d'un peu partout, on a un point de vue sur les vielles maisons de la ville, dont certaines troglodytes.

      C'est une belle découverte, parce que en cherchant pour se garer, on ne voyait rien de la ville, mais une fois au centre, c'est tout autre chose 🤩.

      On a un peu souffert de la chaleur 🥵 malgré l'ombre des maisons. Le centre est comme figée dans le temps, on imagine facilement qu'il ait été le lieu de différents films (James Bond de 2021, Wonder women ou encore Ben-Hur)
      On n'est pas resté jusque la nuit, mais ça doit aussi être très beau avec les lumières 🌃 de la ville.

      Le soir, on trouve une aire de pique-nique en hauteur. On a failli ne pas y arriver. De un, la route était bien abîmée. De deux une branche bloquait la route, donc on a dû sortir pour le décaler. Et de 3, la route était barrée sur quelques mètres à cause de chutes de pierres... On tente d'y aller à pied pour constater l'état de la route, on était vraiment à quelques mètres. Ce n'est pas rassurant mais ce n'est pas des gros cailloux donc on y va 🤪.

      On était les seuls, bien qu'on ait eu la visite d'un troupeau de chèvres juste après notre rapide séance de sport 😅.

      Le lendemain, on hésite avec un autre chemin, mais on ne va pas tenter le diable 😈 (une nouvelle fois 🥲), et on prend celui par lequel on est arrivé, au moins, on l'a déjà fait dans un sens et en plus, on est en descente.
      On ne croise personne, tant mieux la route n'est pas large, juste un troupeau de moutons 🐑, une fois en bas 😅.
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    • Day 130

      Matera und wen hab ich denn da gesehen?!

      August 11, 2022 in Italy ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

      Gestern dann in Matera gelandet. Ne schöne alte Höhlenstadt. Die höhlen wurde seit 4000 Jahren ununterbrochen bis ungefähr 1960 Bewohnt. Und wessen Auto seh ich da in ner Seitenstraße stehen. Moritz' von Motoritz. Naja er ist ja auch immer am Reisen, statt am arbeiten 😃 Hat übrigens nen geiles Setup mit seinem Landcriuser 😃Read more

    • Day 49

      B&B Solosud, Matera

      October 17, 2018 in Italy ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

      After a relaxing morning in Alberobello we said goodbye to our fabulous host, Daniela and her partner, and hit the road again. We had a wonderful stay in our Trulli hut and absolutely loved the town. It was a great three day stay but our journey must continue.

      Brad is getting very good at driving like an Italian and I’m not sure that is a good thing but he got us to our next destination in one piece. Tonight’s stop-over is at Matera, the town we viewed from the distance on our stop on the way to Alberobello. Matera is a very unique town and so is our accomodation. It is amazing, which is why it is getting its own post.

      We are staying at B&B Solosud, a Sassi house in old Matera. Sassi houses are houses dug into the calcarenitic rock, carved out of the caves and cliffs. While we have appreciated the authentic old Italian styling of some of our previous accomodation this one is styled to perfection. We are staying in a house that was most likely the home for the ancient Materians over 9000 years ago and while it still retains the charm of the original dwelling it has been tastefully renovated and decorated. And it has everything you could possibly want for an overnight stay. We just wish we were staying longer.

      The owner Paola is a lovely Italian lady who lived in Sydney for ten years many years ago and she speaks fabulous English. She made us feel very welcome and gave us heaps of tourist information and guides. It certainly makes a difference to your stay when you start your visit with great service.

      And the added bonus is the location. The view out of our front door is across the gully to the cave riddled mountains and overlooking the square below with the church and piazza. It is the perfect location for sightseeing, restaurants, or to just admire the view.

      The B&B Solosud is definitely in our top three of places we have stayed and we have stayed at some fabulous places. We would recommend this place to anyone in a heartbeat.
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    • Day 2

      Matera - UNESCO'S Weltkulturerbe

      June 13, 2019 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

      Nicht ganz mehr in Apulien, sondern in Basilicata, liegt Matera. Matera ist eine der wenigen Städte weltweit, die seit der Vorgeschichte ununterbrochen bewohnt worden ist. Seit 1993 UNESCO-Welterbe und von der internationalen Organisationen als "eine der unglaublichsten organisierten Stadtstrukturen auf der Erde, ein absolutes Meisterwerk des Geistes und der Anpassungsfähigkeit" bezeichnet.Read more

    • Day 18


      June 28, 2023 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

      A highlight of our Italian experience. James Bond had left but his influence had not. The video presentation of the history of this place was a memorable and moving experience.

    • Day 3

      Tour Matera

      August 9, 2020 in Italy ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

      Si inizia la giornata con un tour di Matera, con la compagnia di Sara una guida molto competente e gentile la cui Matera è parte del suo cuore, del gruppo di Renato Favilli. Il giro turistico si sviluppa attraverso i luoghi e gli scorci più suggestivi dell’antica Matera passando attraverso il: Sasso Caveoso e parte del Sasso Barisano. Durante questo tour, visitando angoli non proprio turistici, passo dopo passo abbiamo scoperto la storia della città, per quale motivo fino all’inizio del XXI° secolo non si sentiva parlare di Matera. Passeggiando nei vicoli siamo entrati nella filosofia del materano ascoltando anche i racconti e le vicissitudini di chi abitava nei Sassi di Matera oltre all’arte, l’antropologia, l’architettura e attraverso un’analisi a 360° abbiamo scoperto come ha fatto Matera a passare dalla “Vergogna d’Italia” a “Patrimonio dell’Umanità”.Read more

    • Day 160

      In Matera

      April 5, 2019 in Italy ⋅ 🌫 12 °C

      In explicable.

      The town laundromat is fairly obvious, but the pig / elephant?

      Some of Salvador Dali's most iconic paintings were reimagined in sculptural form: “The Space Elephant”, displayed here at almost 3 meters high in bronze echoes the 1946 oil on canvas painting “The Temptation of St. Anthony”. Elephants, according to Dalí, represent strength and the future, especially if they are weighed down by obelisks, which are a symbol of power and domination.
      The deliberately fragile spindly legs cannot support the weight of the obelisk. Surreal?
      Thanks Nandalie for pointing this out!
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    • Day 160

      Sassi di Matera

      April 5, 2019 in Italy ⋅ 🌫 12 °C

      Matera is flanked by the hillside Sassi, a peasant neighbourhood of cave houses.
      They are considered (by tour guides at least,) to be the longest-occupied cave dwellings in the Earth’s history,continuously inhabited since at least 7,000 BCE. A 150,000-year-old hominid skeleton was found in one cave, along with Neolithic tools. The Ancient Romans, Greeks, Byzantines, and many others left their marks. The settlement has been around as long as Fertile Crescent cities like Aleppo and Jerusalem, and so has been used as the set for films like The Passion of the Christ and Ben-Hur.
      Carlo Levis's sister passed through Matera on her way to visit him. This is what she told her brother:
      "I didn't know this part of the country, to be sure," she answered, "but I did somehow picture it in my mind. Only Matera . . . Well, it was beyond anything I could possibly have imagined. I got there at about eleven in the morning. I had read in the guidebook that it was a picturesque town, quite worth a visit, that it had a museum of ancient art and some curious cave dwellings. But when I came out of the railway station, a modern and rather sumptuous affair, and looked around me, I couldn't for the life of me see the town; it simply wasn't there. I was on a sort of deserted plateau, surrounded by bare, low hills of a grayish earth covered with stones. In the middle of this desert there rose here and there eight or ten big marble buildings built in the style made fashionable in Rome by Piacentini, with massive doors, ornate architraves, solemn Latin inscriptions, and pillars gleaming in the sun. Some of them were unfinished and seemed to be quite empty, monstrosities entirely out of keeping with the desolate landscape around them. A jerry-built housing project, for the benefit, no doubt, of government employees, which had already fallen into a state of filth and disrepair, filled up the empty space around the buildings and shut off my view on one side. The whole thing looked like an ambitious bit of city planning, begun in haste and interrupted by the plague, or else like a stage set, in execrable taste, for a tragedy by d'Annunzio. These enormous twentieth-century imperial palaces housed the prefecture, the police station, the post office, the town hall, the barracks of the carabinieri, the Fascist Party headquarters, the Fascist Scouts, the Corporations, and so on. But where was the town? Matera was nowhere to be seen,
      " ... ... I wanted to buy you a stethoscope as I had forgotten to bring one from Turin and I knew that you needed one for your medical practice. Since there were no dealers in medical instruments I decided to look for one in a pharmacy. Among the government buildings and the cheap new houses I found two pharmacies, the only ones, I was told, in the town. Neither had what I was looking for and what's more their proprietors disclaimed all knowledge of what it might be. 'A stethoscope? What's that?' After I had explained that it was a simple instrument for listening to the heart, made like an ear trumpet, usually out of wood, they told me that I might find such a thing in Bari, but that here in Matera no one had ever heard of it.
      "By now it was noon and I repaired to the restaurant that was pointed out to me as the best in town. There, all at one table with a soiled cloth on it and napkin rings that showed they came there every day, sat the assistant chief of police with several of his subordinates, looking bored to tears. You know that I'm not hard to please, but I swear that when I got up to leave I was just as hungry as when I came.
      "I set out at last to find the town. A little beyond the station I found a street with a row of houses on one side and on the other a deep gully. In the gully lay Matera. From where I was, higher up, it could hardly be seen because the drop was so sheer. All I could distinguish as I looked down were alleys and terraces, which concealed the houses from view. Straight across from me there was a barren hill of an ugly gray color, without a single tree or sign of cultivation upon it, nothing but sun-baked earth and stones. At the bottom of the gully a sickly, swampy stream, the Bradano, trickled among the rocks. The hill and the stream had a gloomy, evil appearance that caught at my heart. The gully had a strange shape: it was formed by two half-funnels, side by side, separated by a narrow spur and meeting at the bottom, where I could see a white church, Santa Maria de Idris, which looked half-sunk in the ground. The two funnels, I learned, were called Sasso Caveoso and Sasso Barisano. They were like a schoolboy's idea of Dante's Inferno. And, like Dante, I too began to go down from circle to circle, by a sort of mule path leading to the bottom. The narrow path wound its way down and around, passing over the roofs of the houses, if houses they could be called. They were caves, dug into the hardened clay walls of the gully, each with its own facade, some of which were quite handsome, with eighteenth-century ornamentation. These false fronts, because of the slope of the gully, were flat against its side at the bottom, but at the top they protruded, and the alleys in the narrow space between them and the hillside did double service: they were a roadway for those who came out of their houses from above and a roof for those who lived beneath. The houses were open on account of the heat, and as I went by I could see into the caves, whose only light came in through the front doors.
      "Some of them had no entrance but a trapdoor and ladder. In these dark holes with walls cut out of the earth I saw a few pieces of miserable furniture, beds, and some ragged clothes hanging up to dry. On the floor lays dogs, sheep, goats, and pigs. Most families have just one cave to live in and there they sleep all together; men, women, children, and animals. This is how twenty thousand people live.
      "Of children I saw an infinite number. They appeared from everywhere, in the dust and heat, amid the flies, stark naked or clothed in rags; I have never in all my life seen such a picture of poverty. My profession has brought me in daily contact with dozens of poor, sick, ill-kempt children, but I never even dreamed of seeing a sight like this. I saw children sitting on the doorsteps, in the dirt, while the sun beat down on them, with their eyes half-closed and their eyelids red and swollen; flies crawled across the lids, but the children stayed quite still, without raising a hand to brush them away. Yes, flies crawled across their eyelids, and they seemed not even to feel them. They had trachoma. I knew that it existed in the South, but to see it against this background of poverty and dirt was something else again. I saw other children with the wizened faces of old men, their bodies reduced by starvation almost to skeletons, their heads crawling with lice and covered with scabs. Most of them had enormous, dilated stomachs and faces yellow and worn with malaria.
      "The women, when they saw me look in the doors, asked me to come in, and in the dark, smelly caves where they lived I saw children lying on the floor under torn blankets, with their teeth chattering from fever. Others, reduced to skin and bones by dysentery, could hardly drag themselves about. I saw children with waxen faces who seemed to me to have something worse than malaria, perhaps some tropical disease such as Kaia Azar, or black fever. The thin women, with dirty, undernourished babies hanging at their flaccid breasts, spoke to me mildly and with despair. I felt, under the blinding sun, as If I were in a city stricken by the plague. I went on down toward the church at the bottom of the gully; a constantly swelling crowd of children followed a few steps behind me. They were shouting something, but I could not understand their incomprehensible dialect. I kept on going; still they followed and called after me. I thought they must want pennies, and I stopped for a minute. Only then did I make out the words they were all shouting together: Signorina, give me some quinine! I gave them what coins I had with me to buy candy, but that was not what they wanted; they kept on asking, with sorrowful insistence, for quinine. Meanwhile we had reached Santa Maria de Idris, a handsome baroque church. When I lifted nay eyes to see the way I had come, I at last saw the whole of Matera, in the form of a slanting wall. From here it seemed almost like a real town. The facades of the caves were like a row of white houses; the holes of the doorways stared at me like black eyes. The town is indeed a beautiful one, picturesque and striking. I reached the museum with its Greek vases, statuettes, and coins found in the vicinity. While I was looking at them the children still stood out in the sun, waiting for me to bring them quinine."
      Soon after her visit, and embarassed Italian government evicted the tenants, who were mostly Albanian refugees, and sealed the entrances with locked metal doors that remain to this day.
      Fortunately, the plan to dynamite the hillside was abandoned when the extent and age of previous inhabitants was understood.
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