This might shock you, but there was a huge festa here on June 8 that was not attached to any saint, living or dead, as far as I could tell.
I intended to report on this sooner, but what with tornados and all, it’s taken me this long to return to happy thoughts.
It was the Festa della Marina Militare, or Festival of the Navy, and it also happened to be the 50th anniversary of the founding — or re-founding — of the Francesco Morosini Naval School where Lino teaches Venetian rowing. One of the highlights of this event was the swearing-fealty-to-the-flag by the first-year class, which makes them officially members of the Navy with the low but respectable rank of second-class seamen. No joke, they get the same pay as their swabby confreres who aren’t studying chemistry and bird skeletons.
So a vast parade was organized in the Piazza San Marco involving not only the three classes of the school, but virtually every other branch of the armed forces and a regiment of alumni, many of whom showed up in their work clothes, by which I mean uniforms of admirals, generals of the Carabinieri, Guardia di Finanza, Mountain Artillery, Army, Air Force, etc., as well as the dark suits of Senators and Ministers. The Secretary of Defense was here, the Secretary of the Navy was here, and even the President of the Republic was here. It was all far beyond cool. The only person who could have made it any cooler would have been Jean Dujardin. Maybe they sent the invitation to Joan of Arc by mistake.
The weather cooperated (no scorching sun and only a few drops of rain), no cadets dropped to the pavement, and the speeches were only moderately silly and only moderately too long. As usual, the Navy Band played the national anthem about 15 times, not always completely (it seems to act as a sort of aural page-turning cue, like the beep that used to tell your teacher it was time to change the slide). Hearing the national anthem so many times noticeably diminishes its emotional impact. If you’d like to know my opinion. Or even if you wouldn’t.
It was a great event and I’m glad I was there. I doubt I’ll be able to make it interesting to my grandchildren, but I’ll enjoy looking back on it.
> there was a huge festa here on June 8 that was not attached to any saint, living or dead, as far as I could tell
The day should be June 10 and probably got moved to the 8th for practical reasons. It has no saintly connection, but it is the anniversary of the night, when two italian torpedo speed-boats managed to sink the Habsburgs’ battleship Szent Istvan during WWI.
I wonder if the celebration is always held in Venice or maybe rotated to a different italian naval city every other year, so as not to offend the genovese et. al?
The professional press and the attending foreign diplomats will likely analyze this year’s parade to bits and pieces, trying to guess if the Navy sits that well with the italian politics. (The kind of money they will soon need to buy F-35 warplanes for the Cavour flagship could probably build the entire Venice anew from scratch.)
Oh, Erla. Your report, and the photos, brought tears to my eyes. [Thank goodness I wasn’t actually present, I would have embarrassed everyone from Sant ‘Elena to Mestre with my tearful wailing.]
What a grand exhibition it was, I’m glad that Lucio/Lino is a big man on the campus! And, I agree that little Ms Superior could do with your fashion advice, re: the Spanx Shaper.
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> there was a huge festa here on June 8 that was not attached to any saint, living or dead, as far as I could tell
The day should be June 10 and probably got moved to the 8th for practical reasons. It has no saintly connection, but it is the anniversary of the night, when two italian torpedo speed-boats managed to sink the Habsburgs’ battleship Szent Istvan during WWI.
I wonder if the celebration is always held in Venice or maybe rotated to a different italian naval city every other year, so as not to offend the genovese et. al?
The professional press and the attending foreign diplomats will likely analyze this year’s parade to bits and pieces, trying to guess if the Navy sits that well with the italian politics. (The kind of money they will soon need to buy F-35 warplanes for the Cavour flagship could probably build the entire Venice anew from scratch.)
I didn’t intend to connect the festa with a saint — it was a jest.
Oh, Erla. Your report, and the photos, brought tears to my eyes. [Thank goodness I wasn’t actually present, I would have embarrassed everyone from Sant ‘Elena to Mestre with my tearful wailing.]
What a grand exhibition it was, I’m glad that Lucio/Lino is a big man on the campus! And, I agree that little Ms Superior could do with your fashion advice, re: the Spanx Shaper.