The poster above the entrance to the Naval Museum was almost the only publicity for the big day, but you could still tell that something was up. The enormous grandstand in the Piazza San Marco was one clue, and so was the majestic presence of the naval training ship "Amerigo Vespucci."

The invitation with tickets came from the Department of the Navy, which might explain Lino's name turning up as "Lucio." But they weren't cross-checking ID's, so it was okay. The main thing was that we had seats in the red section, which were bleachers with seats. People in the green and white sections had to stand.

The sail training ship "Amerigo Vespucci" was launched in 1931 and is still looking exceptionally fine.

We could also sense a big event was on the way by the quantity of naval officers roaming the area. Here, a batch of them boards the vaporetto toward San Marco.

On the same vaporetto was a member of the Marinai in Congedo, or discharged sailors' association, bearing the case containing their standard. The yellow ribbon, worn by many member of the Navy (and graduates of the Morosini school) demonstrates their solidarity with the two "maro'," or Marines, imprisoned in India in February for having shot two fishermen whom they took to be pirates heading for the tanker ship.

In Italian they call them "Sir," just like the men. I think it works, myself, though these are definitely superior-looking Sirs.

Part of the preparation involved the Gunga Din brigade, positioning bottled water at various points.

The Navy flag can never be too large.

Some of the horde of Morosini alumni ready to take the stage.

The flag of the President of the Republic flying beneath the national flag alerts everyone to the imminent appearance of himself.

The three classes of the Morosini Naval School face the reviewing stand.

Their uniform looks great, but the strap connected to their small swords is positioned at a length perfect for trousers. If you're wearing a skirt, though, it becomes just another senseless maddening thing to deal with. 'It would drive me crazy to have that catching at my hem,' I told Lino. 'It drives them crazy too,' he replied. Just another reminder of why I'd never have made it in the military.

One component of the ceremony was this group of officers bearing the flags of each of the Navy's ships. They called each ship by name, too.

If you love flags, you've definitely come to the right piazza. These belong to many and various ex-enlisted-men groups.

This, however, is not just another banner. It's the standard bearing all the medals which the Navy has earned in combat.

The third-year class, whose flag bears the name and motto of "Hermes," marches in review.

The second-year class, "Oceanus." In the foreground are the distinctive caps of the cadets of the Military Academy of Modena, the oldest in the world (founded in 1678).

The first-year class, "Prometheus," has just sworn its allegiance to the flag and the Italian Republic, the high point of the entire event.

The banners of the 49 preceding classes are carried in review.

One of three groups of alumni marches past the reviewing stand.

The President, Giorgio Napolitano, watches with perfect equipoise.

And this group of children was watching him, waving their little flags like crazy. From a distance, it was like a beehive with flags.

There was so much saluting going on, I had time to observe various styles. The man on the left remains inexplicable. I don't mean that he salutes like a fan, which obviously I don't understand, but that he has evidently been permitted to do so.

She was in every way superior to all of the women I saw. If she'd had pulled on a Spanx Slim Incognito Shaping Mid-Thigh Bodysuit, she'd have been perfect.

And when it was over, a superior chaos ensued, composed of many different vehicles assembled to remove the most important participants. As you see, there were plenty.

But not everybody rated special transport. The men with the banners of the ships had to take the vaporetto, like a million other people.

As did a variety of other officials. I was already on the vaporetto, so I didn't hear the comments from the civilians who were obviously going to have to board after them.

Speaking of getting off, the peasants on the vaporetto had to wait while a Navy launch put some officers ashore on the dock — strictly forbidden, according to a sign from the Capitaneria di Porto. But you know how those signs work. In any case, it gave us time to savor our memories of the day.