Market Day
I had hoped to find some interesting glassware in Italy, but it turns out we were in Ceramic-town, not Venice.
We were inundated with shop after shop, all offering brightly colored ceramics, Limoncello, and pepperoncini. You just get numb to it, because there is another shop selling the same thing just 10 yards down the street.
I was interested in going to Market Day, and arranged to go with the Chef, Angelo, to the Friday Market Day in Maiori.
Can you say “Flea Market” in Italian? It was more like the swap meet in Orange Country, or the Big Pine Key Flea Market in Florida. Tents filled with tube socks, cheap Italian speedo underwear, sunglasses and plastic wallets.
But then we got to Ravello. A charming, mountaintop town, centered on a perfect piazza of cafés, shops selling beautiful and unique Italian goods, and two magnificent ancient villas. Villa Giobrani and Villa Rufulo.
I managed to hobble all the way up the nearly ½ mile of stairs it takes to get to the Villa Giobrani, passing by some exquisite shops containing Italian knits and textiles, and ceramics. You would think I would have been numb to the whole ceramic thing, but when you finally get to see something that is truly beautiful and very high quality, it practically jumps into your shopping cart. At least it did to me.
We passed by the shops on the way up to the Villa (why carry all that stuff both ways?). By the time I got to the ristorante, it was time for my pain medication.
Chris and I sat in the gardens, drinking beautiful drinks, until we got hungry, then made our way back to another ristorante we saw on the way up. Much less fussy food, and much less expensive.
Charming. Outdoors. Breathtaking views. Simple food.
After lunch and vino, I now had to continue negotiating down the mountain steps. However, with the pain medication taking hold, I was now in the perfect frame of mind to shop. Inhibitions and judgment in low gear, I purchased a linen tablecloth the likes of which I have never seen in this country, and practically screaming to be included in my collection of antique and vintage tablecloths.
Ceramics?
I don’t have the space for every dish set I see, so I’ve learned to use white plates, and dress them up with different linens, flowers and different serving pieces to change the look of my table and countertop.
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