Brindisi,
Waiting Room of the Aegean (cont'd)
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Hoping
to fare better with what's left of the Roman era in the free Museo Archeologico
Provinciale, I jog up and around the corner to Piazza del Duomo. After
popping inside the 12th-century Cathedral (rebuilt in the 18th century,
but with some original mosaics uncovered near the altar), I duck under
the impressive Portico dei Cavalieri Templari and take the stairs up to
the museum.
Pretty disappointing. It only takes about 15 minutes to peruse
the modest collections, a fairly unremarkable hodgepodge of doodads from
the Stone and Bronze Ages and Roman-era statues and trinkets. There is
a pair of AD 1st-century dice, proving that some things about sailors
never change, and they save the best for last with a series of fine 4th-century
BC bronzes fished out of the sea nearby.
Frustrated by the
lack of ancient artifacts in this famed Roman town, I decide to try my
luck on relics of the early Middle Ages. That's when Brindisi boomed again
with the papal legions of millennial crusaders, making the rounds of the
alehouses while waiting to embark on the ships that would carry them over
to "liberate" the Holy Land. First stop: The 11th-century Knights Templar
church of San Giovanni al Sepolcro. The worn reliefs around the door are
pretty cool, but there's a rusty padlock on the wooden door, and I can't
find anyone with the key, so there's no chance to peek at the 13th-century
frescoes inside.
The
one good sightseeing tip I have isn't even located in town, so I head
back to the train station to catch a bus. While I wait, I chat with the
staff of a cheerily-painted trailer who are handing out sightseeing and
pamphlets and fliers with discount hotel and restaurant coupons aimed
at convincing the backpacking students, who periodically pour out of the
station doors, to spend at least one night here in town and spend money
on something more than a ferry ticket and a slice of god-awful pizza from
parlors lit by nudie-girl neon.
I hop on bus 3D and
ask the driver to let me off at a bend in the road where Santa Maria del
Casale, Brindisi's one saving grace, rises rather incongruously from the
midst of the agribusiness flatlands 4km north of town. The 1322 pilgrimage-route
church is Romanesque-becoming-Gothic, its facade clad in patterns of zig-zags
and chessboards made from alternating tan and milky blue stones. Knights
on their way to the Crusades would stop here to pray before boarding their
boats, and the frescoes inside—finally, something in Brindisi worth looking
at!—were designed to bolster their courage. Colorful but often crudely
executed, in styles ranging from static Byzantine to the more expressive
Giottesque style that had become all the rage, these New Testament
scenes were meant to remind the Crusaders what they were fighting for
(on the right of the nave is a Madonna Surrounded by Knights) and
what would happen to their eternal souls should their faith fail them
(the gruesome Last Judgement filling the end wall).
Copyright
© 1998 by Reid Bramblett
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