With the return of more moderate temperatures, I’ve started to revive after a summer I considered horribly hot. Couple that with autumn being one of my favorite times to travel, and I started looking about me for a destination for an overnight trip and came up with Padua (Padova). What an interesting choice that turned out to be!

After arrival, dropping off my bag at the hotel, and a quick lunch, I started a geocaching Wherigo* called Padova Zoo. A Wherigo cache can be a good way to tour a city and this one proved no exception. My first stop was at an equestrian statue outside the Basilica of St. Anthony. The Basilica is not the city’s cathedral but it is especially revered as the location of the tomb of St. Anthony, the city’s patron saint. The interior is magnificent in scale and beautifully crafted, but not as overpoweringly grandiose as some churches I’ve visited. I was disappointed that no photos were allowed or even good-quality postcards of the interior available to buy.

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After walking my way through the Wherigo, there was time for a restorative cup of tea before an evening visit to the Scrovegni Chapel, which houses an important fresco cycle by Giotto. On arriving, the first stop was a room in which we sat while the ‘microclimate’ was stabilized, a conservation measure put in place in 2000. While we waited, we watched an excellent video that explained the history and significance of the frescoes and gave us a close-up look at the details of the panels. Then it was time to enter.

To be honest, it’s easy to get jaded about frescoes here in Italy—there are so many and so many are beautiful and/or significant. This, though, was different. Perhaps it was because it was a chapel and the smaller scale made the effect more powerful, perhaps it was that there were only four other people there, perhaps it was the video giving me context and what to look for, but this was one of the most astounding things I’ve ever seen. I could have stayed much longer, neck craned and mouth agape.

The next day, I took a tour of Palazzo Bo, part of the University of Padua. What a great tour! I love when a tour guide obviously loves the place they are talking about, as our guide did. We started in the Old Court, surrounded by heraldic crests and watching graduates in their laurel wreaths get their pictures taken. Our guide explained something I’d been curious about, having seen graduates at all times of year in Florence. In Italy, students can graduate at several times during the calendar year. Someone in the group asked about the song they had heard sung to graduates on the street the previous night, which starts ‘Dottore, dottore.’ Our guide said somewhat evasively that she couldn’t translate it, but when I looked it up online later, I realized that she didn’t want to say the words as they are rather crude!

The history of the university is fascinating. It came into being when a group of teachers and students moved from Bologna University seeking greater academic freedom. The university was organized by the students, who elected the rectors and chose and paid the teachers. In the Old Court, we saw the heraldic crests of different rectors, so many that eventually the mounting of crests was forbidden, partly due to their weight and the consequent stress on the walls.

The Great Hall is where classes were held originally, but now its use is restricted to special occasions. It was so wonderful to look at that I would gladly attend a seminar in order to examine it more closely. Outside the Great Hall is the Sala dei Quaranta, so-called for the forty portraits on the wall of illustrious foreigners who studied at the university. There I met an old friend from my theatre classes, Oliver Goldsmith. There was also in this room a crudely-built structure of steps leading to a lectern. Our guide explained that it originally stood in the Great Hall. It was constructed for Galileo Galilei, who spent 18 years at the university. His lectures were the most popular at the university and students made the lectern so he could be seen above the crowds of attendees.

We visited the anatomy theatre, which was constructed in 1594. Due to the intellectual freedom that was the result of being under the protection of the Venetian Republic, five dissections a year were allowed, using the bodies of executed criminals. The rake of the theatre is quite steep, with six rings looking down onto the table. Over their time at the university, as students progressed through their course of study, they moved closer and closer to the table. Given that the lighting was by candle, I imagine it wasn’t until they ‘graduated’ to the lower tiers that they could see much of anything.

The tour ended at the Heroes Entrance, where there is a stele marking the award of the Gold Medal for Military Valor to the university for its contribution to the Resistance in WWII. The wall of the nearby staircase is frescoed with a depiction of a young student’s progress through learning. Although we couldn’t see the final section (the staircase is roped off because it leads to the rector’s office), the visual narrative ends with the student as an old man, saying ‘anchora imparo’—’still learning’. I love that!

One of the Mantegna frescoes. You can see fragments attached to the lighter background.

After lunch at a quiet restaurant on a quiet street with a charming staff and spectacular food, I picked up my bag at the hotel and headed for the train station, making a stop at Chiesa degli Eremitani. A chapel in this church was almost destroyed by the Allies in WWII because it was next to the German headquarters. The chapel’s frescoes, by Andrea Mantegna, were left, according to an information board, in over 80,000 pieces. The fragments were preserved in Rome and in the early 1990s, cleaned and photographed. Some years later, software was developed to try to virtually reconstruct the frescoes. Get this—they are trying to reconstruct the frescoes using black and white photographs taken between 1900 and 1920. It amazes me the expertise and creativity that goes into art conservation.

All in all, I recommend a visit to Padua if you’re ever in the neighborhood!

* Briefly, a Wherigo uses a cartridge to guide the player from point to point, using GPS technology. You must arrive at a point before the next point is ‘opened’ to you.

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Postcards from Malta

Places like Malta make me want to spend my time going around looking at beautiful sights and taking photos.

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The charm of memory

It was where an adventure began. Everything had the charm of novelty—learning how to grocery shop, what was available over the counter in a pharmacy, the virtues of pointing and pantomime, that it was okay to drink wine at lunch, what a wealth of cheeses there was to explore, that the French know their way around a tarte citron, and what it was like to live in a language and culture not my own.

There was the thrill of standing on an exposed section of the Roman road—not cordoned off but there to stand on, and boats going through the lock of the canal, and sunshine, blue sky, and flowers even during the winter. When we walked a geocaching trail on the Canal de la Robine on a golden day in December, I realized that I was over feeling that Christmas should be cold and snowy!

There were day trips—learning to drive standard shift as a teenager came in handy since automatic-shift rental cars were hard to come by—that took us to interesting places. We explored the countryside around the city and the nearby seaside towns. Along with navigational triumphs (and mistakes), we seemed—every single time we came back into town—to drive the length of Boulevard Marcel Sembat at least three times. We also discovered, and to this day, still say, that the last 30 kilometers are the longest.

There were things to dislike of course: an annoying amount of dog poop on the sidewalks, the mistral blowing for several days in the winter, the frustrating self-serve gas stations that didn’t take cash or our credit cards (because they didn’t have the security chip needed) when we wanted to refill the gas tank of a rental car late at night. Set against that were great meals and friendly people and beautiful sights.

While you can’t go back and there will never be another first time, it was lovely to return to Narbonne recently, walk streets still familiar, visit favorite places, and enjoy the charm of memory.

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Antarctic light

Light in Antarctica—otherworldly, mysterious, dramatic, stark, muted—I’ve used each of these words to try to describe it. Perhaps the images will convey its qualities better.

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At sea

If it hadn’t been for the expedition photographer, I might not have used my camera much on the days we were at sea. However, at a workshop he gave, he suggested we could capture interesting images at sea by incorporating the ship into the image. We took up the challenge!

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