Along with the sunshine there's got to be a little rain sometime.....
|Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit|
We are seated on the terrace of an ancient Italian palazzo, now turned B&B, in the narrow back streets of the old town of Tivoli, tucking into our first cappuccinos of the day and a rather good breakfast spread of ham, cheese and a variety of different breads. There is also a yoghurt each with the word 'intero' stamped on the label. I'm wondering if this is a sympathetic hint. Our accommodation has the quirkiest of bathrooms converted from a narrow steep stairway with the shower at the top, handbasin at the bottom and half-way up the dimly lit stairs is, not Christopher Robin, but an antique porcelain toilet! On our arrival I had joked that this is not the place to have an upset stomach in the middle of the night! :(
The breakfast terrace is al fresco but part of a large internal courtyard with the outdoor terraces of other houses overhanging at different levels, all linked together in a higgledy piggledy fashion all displaying part of their owner's lives. I am contemplating this and my expression must be moving in tune to my thoughts as the Bedsock suddenly asks me "What are you thinking?". "I'm thinking that there are an awful lot of ornaments, plant pots and pieces around these terraces and wondering where the best place would be in the event of an earthquake" I reply. Judging by the expression on his face, next time I would be better to just say "nothing" as the Bedsock always does.
|Villa D'Este when the water flows|
The downside of having a highly active and vivid imagination is that I am always planning for disaster scenarios - but I have had no premonition of the day's potential disaster. After all we are merely wandering a few hundred metres through the town to the lovely Villa D'Este, garden of fountains. Even before Monty Don got excited about it on his Italian Gardens series I had wanted to visit - we hadn't been able to fit it in during our last visit to Rome so in many ways this holiday had been planned around it. It's a perfect, sunny morning after the torrential rain and thunderstorms that have dogged the last few days of holiday. Our travels may be coming to an end but I have saved the Villa D'Este til last, after Ninfa it may not be the best but it is certainly been at the top of our Italian garden wish list - I can't wait to see the corridor of 100 fountains
|100 fountains but will the gargoyles be gargling for us?|
We have arrived early(ish) to avoid the crowds but as we approach the reception desk DISASTER! There is a sign up saying the fountains are not on. I stare at the sign in disbelief. Then I stare at the lady behind the desk in disbelief. "What do you mean the fountains are not on?" I gasped. "We've come all the way from the UK just to see the fountains" I exaggerate slightly. "It's because of the rain" replies the receptionist. My head explodes.
"What do you mean because of the rain" I rant "You mean to tell me that in the 1500s Ippolito d'Este created a fabulous fountained f*****g garden using only natural water pressure and yet in this day and f*****g age a bit of rain has stopped the whole damned show? Even British Rail hasn't come up with a worse excuse!" This rant went on a fair bit longer and it is possible (hopefully) the swear words were only in my head. Eventually the Bedsock calmly asks when the fountains will come back on. The receptionist shrugs, at first she says they don't know but we can go in to see the gardens anyway. Why would we want to pay to see a 'water' garden with no water? It will be like going to a Rolling Stones concert with no Mick Jagger! I start to weep and tear my hair out. "Maybe eleven o'clock" they will be back on" says another receptionist. We decide to go for another cappucino then return. My heart has sunk and I'm worried that the sign on the desk saying the 'fountains are off' is rather well-used. I am also irrationally annoyed by the woman taking ipad photos in the Piazza where we are having our coffee.
Later, googling will inform me that the fountains being turned off is far from unusual and that many visitors are in for a disappointment. Apparently, after a lot of rain the river supplying the fountains silts up and they shut the supply off. As Tivoli is in the 'thunderstorm corridor' of Italy, this must happen quite often. They still let people into the garden at full price though!!
We return to the reception an hour later with a certain amount of trepidation. "Are the fountains back on yet?" I query. "I don't know" shrugs the receptionist as if it is all a bit irrelevant. The more helpful lady finds out for us. You can judge from my pictures of the most fabulous, fascinating, f*****g fountains in the whole world whether they were on or not!
Not since the fountains of Barcelona danced to the sound of Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé have water features been this wonderful.
Glorious grottos - we particularly loved the lichen and the ferns which looked like bunches of hanging grapes
OMG! Look! there she is again in full ipadding mode!
The Italians seem very keen on the tits squirting water theme - particularly useful if you have nine of them.
Everywhere they could flow water they flowed water
We loved this boat fountain
OMG! Is there no stopping her?
Was Villa D'Este the perfect bucket list garden? Of course it was - it was full of fun, frivolous, frothy, frolicking fountains [FFS! that's enough fs Ed. ]
Travellers tips: If you are visiting check the weather forecast on previous days when rain may have built up. If they say in the morning the fountains are off - try again later in the day. Try and allow some leeway in when you visit by staying nearby for a couple of days -visit the Villa Adriana (a few kms away) and if you are very fit the Villa Gregoriana has a deep gorge you can walk down close to the Villa D'Este. The town of Tivoli itself is a bit scruffy and no great shakes and be warned that the unattractive industrial suburbs of Rome stretch pretty much right up to Tivoli itself so not the nicest way to approach such a gem.