Friday, April 26, 2013

Off the Beaten Track: The Road to Cremona


Our guest today is Judy Hudson, a writer/ photographer who lives on Vancouver Island. Today, she’s writing about Cremona, Italy, which holds a special place in her heart. She first went to Cremona in the 1980’s with her husband, a bowmaker,  to visit their friend Peter who was a student at the Scuola di Liuteria (Violinmaker’s school). They return often to this center of everything violin.

Judy loves to travel and writes travel articles. You can see more of her photographs on her photo website www.judyhudsonphotos.com . She is currently working on her first mystery featuring Rocky and Bernadette, a travel writing and photography team, and plans to set the second book in the series in Cremona.

Roaring over the Brenner Pass, we sailed down the sunny side of the mountains into Italy. The temperature outside the Skoda soared.

The twelve hour drive from Prague to Cremona is beautiful, but harrowing. Trucks go 90 km/hour (55 miles/hour), but BMWs and Mercedes zoom up out of nowhere at180 (110). I brake, ducking in and out between the slower moving trucks. After two hours, my knuckles are white and it’s time to switch drivers. Luckily we have three drivers on the trip, my husband, our old friend Peter, and I.

Peter always has a booth at Mondomusica , the annual violin trade show in Cremona, Italy. Forget your impressions of staid classical musicians, when the Italians are hosting, it’s one big musical party. The real competition is about who can give the most passionate performance.

Cremona is the home of Stradivari, Amati, Guarneri, and the legion of 16th Century violinmakers who founded the still unmatched Cremonese school of violinmaking. Today Cremona is home to more than one hundred violinmakers. Most are Italian, but the Scuola di Liuteria  founded there in 1938, has a large contingent of international students and, over the years, some have settled in the city after finishing the three-year course.

We always arrive in Cremona just as the sun is setting, when the gates of the Fiere, the arena, open, and trucks and vans stuffed with instruments from all over Italy and Europe pour in, ready to set up their booths.

We arrive in our Skoda wagon, stuffed with people and luggage and boxes of shoulder rests. Although he is a violinmaker, because of the logistics involved in bringing instruments from Quebec, Peter only brings shoulder-rests to Mondomusica, a violin add-on that eases the strain on players necks, made by his relatives in the Czech Republic. 

The other vendors, everything from small time makers to international companies like Yamaha, set up elaborate displays in the dramatic red and black booths. We put together our scrounged folding tables and chairs, assemble do-it-yourself IKEA shelves, roll out the latest poster Peter has had made, and last but not least, stick a small Canadian flag high on the end of the booth, a beacon for his regular customers and friends in the rows and rows of look-alike aisles. (For the full flavor of the show, check out my Mondomusica Montage video.)

Dinner is sausage, cheese and beer, European style, then it’s off to Lago Scuro, our accommodation for the week.

The first time I stayed there, Peter had only been there once, the year before. “It’s a castle,” he told us. Sure, I thought. “And a cheese factory.” I tried to picture it, but with no success.

In typical Italian style, the bridge was closed, so we took another bridge, and another road, and got totally lost. The flat back roads of the Po River plain surrounding Cremona were pitch dark, and, to my eye, had few landmarks, just flat fields and the odd, seemingly abandoned clusters of medieval houses.

Half an hour later, we stumbled on the far end of the closed bridge and headed off into the darkness again. But this time with some success. We ended up on a narrow dirt road beside a crumbling stone wall.

“We’re here,” Peter said. I was dubious. Then we passed through a tall wrought iron gate and, under the light of a full moon, got our first view of Lago Scuro. A fortified farm of the 1700’s, complete with a crenellated roofline and turrets.

Peter rapped at the darkened door and spoke in Italian to a man with a big bushy beard who led us into a courtyard. A soft light illuminated an old grape vine winding up to the gallery above. The servants quarters, built two hundred years ago. Enchanting.

My husband and I had a large room furnished in a whimsical blend of mismatched furniture. The bathroom was down the hall, but was new and everything worked. That’s all I ask. We fell into bed.

The next morning I opened the two layers of wooden shutters and swung wide the small-paned windows onto a fairy tale scene. A turret rose just outside our window, backed by a misty garden. Regardless of the sometime inconvenience of staying at Lago Scuro, I’d return anytime for the setting alone.

That and the breakfasts. Lago Scuro (Dark Lake) is an Agriturismo, (www.agriturismolagoscuro.net ) an organic farm B&B, and these were not the normal urban Italian dry-biscuits-and-espresso type breakfast. It’s homemade cheeses, hard and soft, home-cured meats, freshly baked cakes and granola, endless Italian coffee, and milk straight from the cows. I put on a pound a day when I stay there, and I’m sure it’s from the breakfasts alone. On this weekend every year, the B&B is full of violinmakers from all over Europe, who meet every morning at breakfast on the long dining table.

Then back to the Fiere and Mondomusica. The days start quietly—musicians are not early risers. But the students from the Scuola are there first thing, searching out the best wood in the booths of Eastern European wood dealers.

The noise level rises as the crowd arrives and musicians try out the thousands of stringed instruments on display. We escape the bedlam for a few hours every afternoon and head into town to walk Cremona’s medieval streets. The Po valley has been breadbasket of Italy for thousands of years. Recently a Roman road was uncovered, the Via Postumia, from Genoa to Aquileia on the Adriatic. Even in those days, Cremona was an important point at which to cross the river.

Now a refreshingly vibrant city of 70,000, it is not really a tourist town, despite its large, beautiful old center, and 13th and 14th century main square. The storefront windows, in buildings centuries old, display the latest fashions in clothing and home furnishings because, after all, Cremona is less than an hour’s drive from Milan. But the focus of the city is clearly the violin.

We often return to the square for dinner, to sit for the evening in the balmy air, greeting old friends as they wander by, sharing wine and conversation.

Last year, after the cacophonous noise of Mondomusica, the squeaky beds and the night time mosquitoes (the first time for that!), we swore it would be our last trip. But now, as I remember the fabulous meals, the friends we see, and the mist rising from the gardens in the morning at Lago Scuro, I’m sure that two years from now we’ll forget the mosquitoes and hit the road with Peter again, heading for Cremona.   

25 comments:

  1. Sounds like a fabulous trip. I am jealous. ciao!

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    1. It is fun. I just saw the sale tickets to Europe go on sale and wonder, will we go again next year?

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  2. The breakfasts sound like they would be worth the trip. Such lush photos. I'm sure you'll return.

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    1. too bad the photos of Lago Scuro didn't go on the blog. You can see them at the bottom of the Cremona list on my photo website http://www.judyhudsonphotos.com/cremona1.html

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  3. What a lovely place to visit, Judy. I can't believe that tourists aren't beating a path to this historic town. All the better for those who do find it. Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thanks for giving me the chance Heidi. I really enjoy your posts and stories.

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  4. Makes me want to hit the road and go to Cremona as well! Sounds like a great setting for a novel :)

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    1. It is a city with great atmosphere, and I have a good start on the second Rocky and Bernadette story set in Cremona. Now, to get the first one published...
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  5. What a wonderful place. I'm going to have to add this to my wish list.

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    1. Air Canada is having a sale right now!

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  6. What a marvelous event! I'm so jealous! And your husband is a bow maker? I need a new bow. We should talk. :)

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  7. If you're a player, you'd love it. They started one in New YOrk this year, but the cappucino couldn't be as good:) My husband's name is Reid Hudson. He has a website.

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  8. Thank you for this, Judy. I felt as though I was there. You also reminded me about an elderly neighbor of my grandparents. My grandmother and I used to visit him and his wife when I was a little girl, and I remember one wall in their living room covered with his handmade violins. He was very shy and would never play for anyone, but his wife said she sometimes heard him playing one in his workshop. He didn't sell them, he just made them and hung them on the wall. Haven't thought of them in years, and now I wonder what happened to all those beautiful instruments after he and his wife passed away.

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    1. What a great story Lee. It is a sort of magical world, the combination of art and science and history. Thanks for sharing.

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  9. Judy, how lovely to find a setting that resonates so beautifully with you. I'm sure it's very inspiring when you're writing.

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    1. And you have used so many settings yourself in your books. It certainlyis inspiring to go somewhere where you have a way into their world.

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  10. What great memories! Giovanna

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    1. Hi Giovanna! Thanks for dropping by. How is your writing coming? Send me an email and we"ll catch up.

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  11. Cremona sounds like a beautiful get-away destination! I'd love to wander around hearing the music and sipping on some wine. I used to play viola (decades ago now) and love all kinds of music. This may end up on my travel wish list! Thanks, Judy!

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    1. Cremona is a lovely city not only during the violin show. There are still 100 makers in the town, and many shops. But being part of the "Breadbasket of Italy" you might find yourself at a cheese or sausage festival instead!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the kind words.

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  13. I would love to see that view from your window at Lago Scuro. Sigh! Are you sure you don't want to write historicals, Judy? Helena Korin

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  14. It is a lovely spot. You can see more photos of Lago Scuro at the end of the list of Cremona pictures on my photo website at http://www.judyhudsonphotos.com/cremona1.html. As far as historicals, I think I'll just set my modern characters in atmospheric old settings - that I can visit. You know - research.;)

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  15. Judy, no kidding, but I posted a comment on this last week that didn't seem to "stick" (really, I did!). In any case, I absolutely love this peek into two worlds I would otherwise never get a glimpse of: the seemingly romantic vocation of crafting musical instruments (did you know our own Alli Sinclair features such a character in one of her novels?) AND this tiny, rustic spot in Italy few of us outside Europe, and maybe even Italy itself, would "get to know." Thank you for both!

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