A sharp-eyed reader has already zapped me a note to alert me to the fact that in my account of the kerfuffle surrounding the Regata Storica, I neglected to mention who won.
Strange how one can miss the most obvious things, but it does show me, yet again, that I mustn’t be writing at midnight.
The winners were the Vignottini (canarin/yellow).
Second place: Bertoldini/Vianello (viola/purple). Third place: Luca Quintavalle/Gaetano Bregantin (rosso/red). Fourth place: Franco dei Rossi “Strigheta”/Luca Ballarin (arancio/orange).
These are the “bandierati,” or winners of their respective bandiere, or pennants, and glory and praise, and money. If you finish from fifth to ninth place, you get a manly shake of the hand, and money. If you’re the reserve, or last-minute-substitute boat, you just get money.
More details will be forthcoming about the deeper nature of the skirmish between Tezzat-d’Este and the Vignottini. The more I think about it, though, the more these races resemble high-stakes horse racing. In some ways it’s not what you do or don’t do, it’s mainly what you can manage to get away with. If I have misinterpreted anything about horses, I apologize.
Based on past races, I have no doubt that the Vignottini were not, nor have ever been, what they call “farina da far ostie,” or “flour for making Communion wafers.” I’m not taking sides, I’m just pointing it out. But why the hammer fell on Tezzat this time is indeed a convoluted tale, which I will try to relate as soon as I can manage to organize the particulars, the context, and the history. And understand it enough to explain it.