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Monday, September 19: Villa Trissino-Marzotto and Marostica
Monday, September 19: Villa Trissino-Marzotto and Marostica
It was still somewhat rainy and definitely overcast. But we managed to tour the
grounds of Villa Trissino-Marzotto after lunch (which was in the villa's
kitchen) in a spell of dry weather. Villa Trissino-Marzotto is not a Palladian
villa, but it is interesting as an example of a working villa. The owner is
89 and lives in town, but a family that works for him both runs the farm and
conducts tours.
Marostica is a little town with a fortress and castle, and a man-size chessboard
in the main square. However, chess matches (with people playing the parts) take
part only once every two years.
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A villa whose provenance is now lost to me. We drove by and stopped for the photo-op. (Mom? Rita? Can anyone enlighten me?)
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The view from inside the gate.
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Palladio's bridge in Brassano del Grappa. We drove through Brassano on our way to Villa Trissino-Marzotto.
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Inside Villa Trissino-Marzotto: a 1920s gorgeous copy of the three books of Dante's allegory about hell, purgatory and heaven.
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The displayed page shows the nine ranks of angels, interestingly clustered around the all-seeing pyramid.
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The first canto of Paradiso.
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Six 15th century tapestries adorn one large room's walls. They are notable in that they only include boys.
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Lunch in the kitchen: wonderful bread, salami, cheese, red and white wine, mineral water and later ... grappa-infused cherries to put on vanilla ice cream.
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Kitchen fireplace and copper pots and utensils. I don't know how much this kitchen is used today for cooking.
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Mom and the father of our tour guide for this villa - he also works at the villa. I believe he makes the salami, cheese, wine, grappa and grappa-infused cherries - although he is also in his 80s.
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A view of
the villa from the garden, where we headed after lunch. Villa
Trissino-Marzotto was constructed during 1722-1746. The architect was
Francesco Muttoni.
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I imagine people will not be pleased with me for taking this picture. Our tour guide is on the left. She's a bicyclist and plays all sorts of sports and looks like a strong sportswoman. Then we have Dick, Rita and Lotte.
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Wrought iron. And a rainbox peace flag.
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Defining overgrown.
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Overlooking the town. Note! No umbrellas!
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Picteuresque or decay and decline - it's in the eye of the beholder.
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As if being headless weren't enough of an insult - green growth is taking over.
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I like this little guy - although he may be missing legs here.
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Rough excavation opens onto a gentle arch.
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A sentry over the town.
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Marostica castle/fortress and amazing hill-crawling walls.
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Two lamps in one Art Shot(tm)! Note also winged (?) lion to the left. We are still in Veneto, province of Venice. In fact we are in Veneto all week so I don't know why I said that.
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Flowers and arches.
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Before dinner at a wonderful restaurant called, I believe, Ristorante alla Torre, they led us into a genuine cave they found when building the restaurant. Of course, they use it as a wine cellar. They treated us to a glass of prosecco, the signature champagne-style drink of the region. And those wonderful hard crunchy huge green olives, my favorite.
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A working wine cellar.
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Dick looks suspicious of Marilyn's giant prawns.
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Mom and Rita. At the end of dinner, the owner gave us each a beautiful painted ceramic plate. I hand-carried mine on the plane (oh that was fun) and it got home in one piece!
Marianne Mueller
Last modified: October 2, 2005
A villa whose provenance is now lost to me. We drove by and stopped for the photo-op. (Mom? Rita? Can anyone enlighten me?)
The view from inside the gate.
Palladio's bridge in Brassano del Grappa. We drove through Brassano on our way to Villa Trissino-Marzotto.
Inside Villa Trissino-Marzotto: a 1920s gorgeous copy of the three books of Dante's allegory about hell, purgatory and heaven.
The displayed page shows the nine ranks of angels, interestingly clustered around the all-seeing pyramid.
The first canto of Paradiso.
Six 15th century tapestries adorn one large room's walls. They are notable in that they only include boys.
Lunch in the kitchen: wonderful bread, salami, cheese, red and white wine, mineral water and later ... grappa-infused cherries to put on vanilla ice cream.
Kitchen fireplace and copper pots and utensils. I don't know how much this kitchen is used today for cooking.
Mom and the father of our tour guide for this villa - he also works at the villa. I believe he makes the salami, cheese, wine, grappa and grappa-infused cherries - although he is also in his 80s.
A view of
the villa from the garden, where we headed after lunch. Villa
Trissino-Marzotto was constructed during 1722-1746. The architect was
Francesco Muttoni.
I imagine people will not be pleased with me for taking this picture. Our tour guide is on the left. She's a bicyclist and plays all sorts of sports and looks like a strong sportswoman. Then we have Dick, Rita and Lotte.
Wrought iron. And a rainbox peace flag.
Defining overgrown.
Overlooking the town. Note! No umbrellas!
Picteuresque or decay and decline - it's in the eye of the beholder.
As if being headless weren't enough of an insult - green growth is taking over.
I like this little guy - although he may be missing legs here.
Rough excavation opens onto a gentle arch.
A sentry over the town.
Marostica castle/fortress and amazing hill-crawling walls.
Two lamps in one Art Shot(tm)! Note also winged (?) lion to the left. We are still in Veneto, province of Venice. In fact we are in Veneto all week so I don't know why I said that.
Flowers and arches.
Before dinner at a wonderful restaurant called, I believe, Ristorante alla Torre, they led us into a genuine cave they found when building the restaurant. Of course, they use it as a wine cellar. They treated us to a glass of prosecco, the signature champagne-style drink of the region. And those wonderful hard crunchy huge green olives, my favorite.
A working wine cellar.
Dick looks suspicious of Marilyn's giant prawns.
Mom and Rita. At the end of dinner, the owner gave us each a beautiful painted ceramic plate. I hand-carried mine on the plane (oh that was fun) and it got home in one piece!