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The places of the Prince in Florence today

The curtain rises on the performance of the sixteenth century, and a great star appears in the center of the stage. It’s called Niccolò Machiavelli. 31 years old. It is a carver of tactical and strategic theories, a indoratore pills political master at making people change their minds. A guy of that caliber, to which his friend Leonardo had painted, he gave a smile no less ambiguous than that imposed on the Mona Lisa, a man of this brain had lived in our day overflowing with plasma screens, would generate his most famous creation, De Principatibus, in the vernacular Prince, gnawing spaces of time between a talk show and more. The Florentine Machiavelli could hardly escape the hunting of Ballarò and door to door. Scoccano hot election challenges and who would not go into soup jujube idea of a television duel between sviolinatore of Cesare Borgia and Silvio Berlusconi. One of them would come out crazy. Machiavelli, of course. The Prince (1513), the most translated book in the world Italian with Pinocchio, takes five hundred years.

The incomparable Florence honors these days with a superb staging of exhibitions, performances and conferences the work and the author. The Florence celebrant is very different from Florence’s celebrated? Let ‘s see. Instead of the mayor Renzi, there is the center-right of the Medici inguaiato and deleted from Charles VIII and replaced by rigorous Republic of Girolamo Savonarola and then the republic a little ‘less crybaby progressive standard-bearer of Pier Soderini. The clerk there Machiavelli begins his career as Minister of Foreign Affairs and Defense, working in Italy and in Europe, will refer you to point the extraordinary engine of his cerebral convolutions. The return of the Medici, guilty of having collaborated with the Republicans, is put first in jail and then sent into exile to St. Andrew in Percussina, place of birth of the Prince and Mandrake. Thanks to the fascination of his theories and the weight of his brain, Machiavelli ended up back on track. But in 1527 the Medici were again expelled him and in front of the last owners was accused of collaboration (Come on!) Medici and definitely put aside. Meanwhile, Florence admires herself through masterpieces by Brunelleschi, Donatello, Masaccio, Alberti, Giuliano da San Gallo, and prepares to admire Michelangelo, Cellini, Leonardo.

In front of the Palazzo della Signoria not walk young girls in short skirts with a slice of underwear protruding from the waistline down properly. Already not happy Savonarola was clear: no woman is surprised to publicly display the apples, which in the language used by Petrarchists were not, and the Florentines still are, the buttocks. As for the men, no one puts on his pants with his horse up to the sidewalk. You can admire Madonna curled in a long skirt and bodice attillatissimo with wide square neckline and sleeves beautifully embroidered and lavish cuts to show off lining in contrasting color. Of light and simple hairstyles ladies posing networks exquisite pearls. The gentlemen do not flaunt without vanity cropped trousers shaped watermelon with too many cuts, and men and women wear silk stockings and gloves scented with many overlapping rings. The miracle is that, apart from clothes, that Florence is still there. Even the most extravagant municipalities have managed to stop the tram in Santa Maria del Fiore or dig a stand under the bell tower of Giotto. And, as the Yankees can offer, no McDonald’s ever take the place of the Uffizi Gallery.

The Florence today has the problems that beset more or less every major city. But what comfort is regenerating back every now and then to Piazzale Michelangelo to do with a slow look at the review of wonders. Matches from Santa Maria Novella, reach through Via Tornabuoni Square S.Trinita, down on the river bank until Acciaioli Ponte Vecchio for Via Guicciardini, rasentate Pitti Palace and then on Via Romana, the Boboli Gardens, the Avenues Machiavelli and Galileo, the high view of San Miniato. And you’re one step away from that balcony unmatched. Extend one arm and touch the dome by Brunelleschi. It ‘just the beginning. Go down Viale Michelangelo, left the Ponte alle Grazie is waiting to show you the way that leads to Piazza Santa Croce and a quick turn and a U-turn head to the front of the Palazzo Vecchio. Here rest ten minutes at a table in cafe Rivoire, if you find the spot. There is still half Florence to see. And do not forget the birthday of Giovanni Boccaccio was born in 1313. This means that you are going to bring a big kiss also in Certaldo. There is a most beautiful holiday?

GIANNI RANIERI