Today, we started early and went to the Palazzo Davanzati which is a private Renaissance residence. Turns out, they were rich wool merchants. I guess you could say that they were woolers. Ha! Okay, anyway, turns out that Lamb chop was useful for something after all besides scaring small children.
From what I understand, the original Davisi family sold the place and it kept selling down the road until the 1800’s when historians bought it for an example of Renaissance Architecture.
Then, it didn’t open as a museum until the turn of the century. Going in was really neat with the huge ceilings and very decorative walls that had the design look like hanging tapestries they would have in castles and such back in the ole days.
It was interesting to know that this private residence had indoor plumbing all the way back in 1375! Like, what?! That’s such a huge advancement you know, instead of just throwing your shit out onto the streets – literally. Even though the first floor was nice and decorated, it was originally used horses and bales of wool would be stored.
I honestly didn’t know wool was stored in bales like hay was, who would’ve thought? I wonder if it looks like a giant white cloud of fluff. So, it turns out, that when this place was filled with people, it was during the Plaque.
Yeah, the breakout that killed millions and people, the thing that was dubbed “The Black Death”. Yeah, that Plaque.
Okay, that totally sucks, well technically it was filled during the recovery of the Plaque which still sucks because I don’t think a lot of people needed wool at that time with most of the clients dead and all so basically, the economy totally tanked.
Moving on, I now a lot of people know a gossip show on E! called, “The Fashion Police”. It’s basically a show that drags celebrities for their fashion choices, but I didn’t know that there was a legitimate fashion police called the Sumptuary Police. These guys were shady as fuck and would wait outside the Church and wait for you to walk out, then, BAM! You’re fined 300 Euro for wearing pointed shoes that are too long by 5 cm.
Out of the whole house, I’d have to say my favorite room was the bedroom and not because of the exquisite furniture or shrine that was in there, but because of the ridiculous history surrounding the room – ones that had those types of shrines.
When they would be getting down and dirty, the women would look at those shrines with Mary and Jesus and think positive thoughts and somehow that was supposed to bless her with a boy. I get it, thinking good thoughts is nice and praying is cool, but this whole shit is messed up.
Apparently if you had a girl, you were thinking about something else, or you were fucked up somehow. All I can say is, I wouldn’t survive back then, I’m too loud, independent, outspoken and just everything to listen to a man and have all male babies – as if the man’s sperm doesn’t choose the outcome of the gender – ya know, science and all.
Well, moving on from my feminist fueled rage, after the Davanzati house, we went to the Bargello Museum since it was free this day instead of paying 13 Euros each to get in. I mean, I’m down for free entrance – I’m cheap.
I could go on and on a bout this Museum I swear. It was so amazing and even though I’m not really religious, I still appreciated the religious relics they had on display. I couldn’t read the plaques because it was all in Italian, but the way they were preserved was beautiful, they looked to be in great condition and I of course took photos and sent them to my family with the caption, ‘Jesus Stuff!’
I enjoyed seeing the competition panels from Brunelleschi and Ghiberti – I’ll be honest, I had no idea who they were before this trip.
To see the detail in each panel, but also how they differed from each other in how it was all positioned. They were magnificent though. I adored all the marbles statues there because not only does it take talent to make art out of that stuff, but, it’s so extraordinary to look at. The detail in the marble statues at the Bargello Museum was just outstanding!
Though, I might have to brush up on some of the lore behind said statues. I was looking at one – a youngish boy next to a Bald Eagle and it was pretty and of course detailed and I was just taking it in until somebody stood next to me and said, “Oh, turns out the boy gets raped by the Eagle.”
That was when I calmly said, “Oh…well then..” and backed away to find someone I knew from the group. After that amazingly awkward experience, we went out for Mexican because why not! We didn’t learn anything in Rome!
It was way better than Rome though, it tasted like my Grandmothers green chile! I ordered the chimichangas and they were delicous. It was hilarious to see the other girls eat it and freak out from the spice.
The drinks there…oh gosh, they were stiff. Totally something to put hair on your chest. Emily and I were adventurous and had a shot. She had the Snowflake and I had the Cockroach and they were interestingly strong!
All in all, it was a good day filled with art, history, shots and delicious food.