Saturday 8thSeptember
The journey was long and difficult and has taken almost 2 days, but the train changes were made seamlessly by Andre who magically sorted out all the paperwork and bags. He is proving to be a real ‘gem.’
We arrive in Rome just in time for dinner. The home of the Del Drago family in Rome is a vast apartment on the edge of the city, but central with incredible views. The building is an old Palazzo, which has been divided up by several well-to-do families. Of course this is just their main home in Rome. I discover that the original family home is in the outskirts of Milan, which is where the family originate from, but they also own an even larger Palazzo in the Frascati area south of the city, which is mainly used for some weekends and holidays.
Lorenzo’s father, Count Luis and his mother Sofia meet us in the foyer and we exchange the usual pleasantries. Andre and the family butler take all our bags to our rooms and we are left for an hour to get ourselves ready. And then we descend to an amazing El Fresco dinner in the garden where I am introduced to a host of family friends and family – 18 people in all. Everyone is charming, animated and delighted to see Lorenzo and meet me and I am bombarded with questions.
‘What was Deauville like this year?’ asks Lorenzo’s younger sister Valentina
‘Did you visit our villa in Cannes?’ asks his younger brother Luca
‘How did you like Biarritz?’ asks his mother
‘Did you really meet Maurice Mouvet?’ asks his cousin Martina.
I also learn that tomorrow night is a big engagement party for Lorenzo’s elder sister Aurora.
Lorenzo tells me that he will be busy for two days with family business meetings due to the current state of affairs in Italy. Of course I knew that Italian politics was a little volatile but I had no idea the seriousness that it presented to some.
‘You see my family is not well disposed to Mussolini and since he is the rising star we have to take some pragmatic precautions, so we are moving a lot of our assets to other European cities. We will not desert Italy nor relinquish our property here, but as a family we are all moving to Paris and have bought a big house in Neuilly.’
I listen intently to all he has to say and add ‘well at least that means I will see more of you.’ Lorenzo grins.
‘My sister Valentina and cousin Martina will be looking after you for the next two days and will take you to visit all the sites. In the evenings I will show you what Rome has to offer. But tomorrow night is a big special party. ’
‘Where is your older sister Aurora?’ I ask
Just as Lorenzo speaks ‘Ah, she has been immersed in preparations for her engagement party but here she is at last.’An incredibly beautiful woman and entourage arrive. I frown and am taken aback as one of them is Ashley Wilberforce-Watson, whose younger brother Peregrine is one of Eva’s escorts in London.
‘Aurora please meet my English friend Fynes’ he adds.
‘And this is her fiancé….’
‘Yes, I know, hello Ashley!’
We shake hands and everyone laughs.
‘You know Ashley ?’ asks Aurora and Lorenzo simultaneously.
‘Well, we know each other from London. I know his younger brother Peregrine better’ I say discretely.
Ashley and I chat endlessly and he tells me about himself and his love affair with Aurora, whom he met on a visit to Rome last year. I later tell Lorenzo that I do not know Ashley too well and but that he is socially well-placed since his father is an MP and a Lord with estates everywhere. Aurora has done rather well.
Sunday 9thSeptember
Described as the Capital of Civilisation, Rome is known as the ‘Eternal City’ because civilization has endured here for thousands of years. Naturally, its main attraction has always been its classical monuments and the Vatican. With Andre as our driver, we tour the city and I am shown the Coliseum and Trajan’s column, followed by the Forum and the Palantine.
For a late lunch we visit the highly unusual and popular location called the Soda Parlor in the Majestic Hotel. This very smart and elegant rendezvous, containing the soda parlour itself, is decked out in attractive male-oak and the tea-room outlined in black Belgian marble.
‘Can you believe it – this is where the elite of Rome and foreign society meet for light luncheons, afternoon tea, cocktails and after theatre refreshment’ says Valentina, who nods and chats briefly to various other guests.
In the afternoon we visit other sites including the Parthenon and the Spanish Steps but then rest and have afternoon tea at the well-known Café Faraglia, Piazza di Venezia.
We get ready for the big engagement party and descend en-masse to the salubrious Grand Hotel where there is a private cocktail party in the Salone Delle Feste followed by a private dinner in one of the grand function rooms.
The guest list was a Who’s Who of Rome society and I did meet Vittoria Colonna, Duchess of Sermoneta, Marchese don Giuseppe Patrizi Montoro, his English wife Francesca and two of his daughters Teresa and Donna, Contessa Manessei Di Collestate, the Contessa Doria Borrome, the Baroness Fiamma, Adelina Colonna Duchessa di Rignano and the Marchesa Paola Medici del Vascalles. One of the main topics of conversation was the visit of the King and Queen to Italy in May – a few months earlier and I realize how much the Italians like the British.
I am further amazed at the number of Anglo-Italian liaisons, clearly evident by Aurora’s engagement. I am introduced to a host of other fascinating exponents including Lady Antonella Newland, Princess Teano, Contessa Mary Spetia, Contessa Doria Barromeo, Marchesa Gode de Godio, Baronessa Nisco-Mallock and the Dutchessa Adeline di Rignano.
I ask Aurora and her English friend Enid, who is married to an Italian Count, about this trend.
‘We Italians look up to Inghilterra’ says Aurora ‘do you know some call Italy ‘La Piccola Sorellad Inghilterra’ – or ‘England’s Little Sister.’ We have a warm admiration for all things English like your social affairs, clubs, sports, fashion and tea drinking. So it is natural that English marry Italians and Italians marry English.’
‘The cold blooded English woman blooms in the Italian atmosphere’adds Enid ‘the sunny skies, the vivid color, the warm climate without the grey of London, act like an elixir on the spirit.’
‘According to gossip, of all the international marriages, the Anglo-Italian ones appear to be the most successful’ says Aurora.
Enid continues ‘The romance in the Englishwoman finds much to satisfy her and the hot –blooded Italian cools his passion in the placid and serene society of the Anglo-Saxon.’
‘I agree’ says Aurora ‘of course it is the same for an Italian woman with an Englishman ! Besides it is well known that the northern and southern qualities simply blend harmoniously forming a brilliant balance.’
With a grin, Lorenzo says ‘this all explains why I am being told by Mama and Papa to find an English bride. Do you know Papa just told me that to marry an Englishwoman is quite the done thing among young Italians.’
‘Oh Lord’I say ‘if I am not careful I will be married off to your sister.’
After the party, a whole group of us younger people descend on the Apollo Music Hall at 183 Via Nazionale, opposite the Banca d’Italia with entry via the Teatre Eliseo. The music hall itself was adjacent to the theatre, and comprises a restaurant, ballroom, an Anglo-American bar, and had what was called ‘a funny jazz string band.’ It compared favourably with typical Parisian cabarets with good food and music and some good value acts. My dancing skills attract a lot of attention and comment.
Later, we end up at the Bombonieri, which I am told is a popular, small cabaret boasting a six-piece jazz band, no cover charge and reasonable prices. It was an underground venue, where you descend into a paneled room with small and dainty tables and a small shaded lamps and the lighting effect throughout produced a weird effect. It was cozy and intimate with only room for a maximum of 10 dancing couples.
It was a late night.
Monday 10thSeptember
Getting up late, there is more sight-seeing on the agenda led by Valentina and Martina with a trip to the catacombs and the baths of Caracalla. We have a delightful lunch at Fagiano in the Piazza Colonna and I fall in love with the braised artichokes, something not usually found back at home but commonplace in Rome.
They take me to an early evening performance atthe quaint Salone Margherita, which, they tell me was founded in 1898 as a Café Chantant, and named after Margherita of Savoia, King Umberto’s first wife. Here in complete luxury and refinement we see a mini-show with comedians and accomplished soubrettes.
Later still, we meet Lorenzo and the rest of his family, for dinner at the celebrated Ristorante dei Castello de Cesari located at 7 Via Santa Pris. Of all the restaurants in Rome, none is more spectacular because of its extraordinary views of the Aventine, the Palatine and all of Rome. You entered the compound along a path bordered by bushes and hedges arriving at a courtyard, with two sides surrounded by buildings and the other two by trees. Climbing a staircase the large, magnificent dining room was reached with three walls of full windows giving the views, along with an outside terrace for further al fresco dining. There was also another dining room with thick walls and small windows, suitable for winter or rainy weather.
Once again, after dinner, a group of us go out dancing this time to a very strange place indeed. The Grotto of the Augusteum, was a rather spooky place, underneath the mausoleum of the Emperor Augustus. It was indeed a curious, bohemian, nocturnal rendezvous where young people congregated to drink wine, listen to poets and dance.
Tuesday 11thSeptember
Today Lorenzo takes me out of Rome and Andre drives us to Frascati, in the south of the city. We have a special tour of the Villa Torlonia in the morning and the Villa Aldobrandini in the afternoon.
Villa Torlonia, formerly known as the Villa Conti is owned by the Count Torlonia. The Villa Aldobrandini was constructed between 1598-1603 for a nephew of Clement V111. The grounds are adorned with terraces, fantastic grottoes, statuary and fountains. At lunchtime we visit the Del Drago estate, which is equally impressive and given an exquisite lunch on the terrace with fabulous views of the countryside.
In the evening we are back in Rome for another family dinner this time at the Grand Hotel du Quirinal on Via Nazionale. I am told that this was where their Majesties had their state dinner and other functions in May. Our dinner is exquisite and included artichoke hearts a la Mornay, beef tenderloin and Quail. If the Cesari is regarded as having the most spectacular views, the Quirinal Restaurant is regarded as the most prestigious in Rome with superb cuisine.
Afterward Lorenzo gives me a tour of three other night-clubs. He tells me that most people who arrive in Rome from Paris or other European cities are totally unaware of what nightlife exists. ‘Tourists flock to Rome more for its historical allure, rather than for its pleasure haunts and what nightlife does exist, is largely only known by the Italians.’
‘What has happened’he says ‘is that there has been a big surge in cabarets and night-clubs decorated and run by daring futurist artists and mostly in underground cellars and vaults. They have become the favoured haunts of Rome’s avant-garde and a showcase for their work.’
He takes me first to Bragaglia’s Art House situated in a rediscovered Roman thermal bath house said to have been built during the reign of Emperor Septimius Severus. Located under the vast Tittoni Palace near Piazza Barberini between Via degli Avignonesi and the parallel street of Via Rasella, it was created by Anton Giulio Bragaglia, a pioneer in Italian Futurist photography and cinema, in April 1922 just over a year ago.
Legend has it that the baths were discovered when a printer attempting to install a new printing machine into his establishment caused the floor to collapse revealing the old Roman structure. To get there one had to descend 40 feet through a maze of futuristic paintings of nude women on cobwebbed walls below the street to access the vast, cavernous space.
Lorenzo says that the journey is too much for some ‘it is a tortuous walk and to the uninitiated presents a jaunt into a house of horrors.’
Various rooms have been converted into a gallery, art shop, meeting room, bar and buffet and there is even a theatre called the Teatro deli Indipendenti, which has been designed by the futurist architect Virgilio Marchi, in an elegant style with tasteful colour schemes and decorative elements reminiscent of Art Nouveau. There was also a dancing salon where one could dance over wooden boards to protect the floor mosaics.
A suggestive orchestra and mysterious lighting created what Lorenzo says has been called ‘the most amazing and bizarre night club in Europe.’ Furnished with unique futurist frescoes and draperies that adorned the columns and the walls, the entertainment a bit too avant-garde for my taste.
Next, we visit the Bal Tic Tac, located in a building next to the nineteenth century Villino Hüffer, in via Milano 24 (on the corner with Via Nazionale) close to the city centre’s Piazza della Repubblica. This is regarded as the first true Jazz Age cabaret in Rome created by the futurist artist Giacomo Balla, and opened in 1921 and is more like a proper nightclub. To enter you went down a staircase, then a long corridor and then into a large room. The club’s interior décor – painted in bright primary colours – overwhelmed the senses as much as the music and was a triumph of skillful imagination with the staircase in red and yellow and the pillars in red and white.
In this elegant room was an entertainment of Arabian belly dancing and Spanish flamenco and the jazz band led by Ugo Filipino claimed to offer something new for Rome with two violins, a banjo, piano and drums and then the addition of a saxophone.
‘This is the place to be in Rome’ says Lorenzo as we dance with other well-heeled members of Rome’s younger, more affluent society.
Our last visit of the night was to another highly bizarre venue called Cabaret del Diavolo (the Devil’s Cabaret). This was created by multi-talented futurist artist Fortunato Depero in the basement of the Hotel Elite in Via Basilicata. The establishment is owned by the poet Gino Gore with directors including the painter Prampolini, the poet Folgore and the writer Toddi. Described as a cabaret on Montmartre lines, it was on three floors imitating Dante’s 14th-century epic poem Divine Comedy – Paradise was on the top floor – Perugatory a level below and Hell at the bottom.
The decor in Paradise was light blue with blue furniture, white, red, and blue lighting, and imagery that included stars and angels. In Purgatory the furniture was green, the lighting white and green, and the decoration floral. Finally, in the Inferno the furnishing was black and the lighting red, and the decor featured fire, pitchforks, dancing and battling devils, and serpents.
In each room there were uniquely formed tables and chairs in the shape of flames, hearts, lances, and pyramids and six large paintings. In Paradise the friezes depicted deep blue souls carrying their hearts in their hands and in Pergatory green souls with their hearts in their mouths. Each room also displayed ten wooden marionettes that were dramatically brought to life with the effects of flickering light. In Paradise they were angels ascending on Jacob’s leather, in Purgatory – a paradise on earth and in Hell and the inferno damned souls cooling in the oven.
The Dantesque atmosphere in each room with its paintings, furniture, textiles and props was brought to life by flickering lights in various colours that created a mysterious and sometimes sinister ambiance.
Lorenzo says that the Diavolo is the most exclusive venue in Rome resembling a dining club rather than a nightclub and functioned more as a restaurant with irregular entertainment. ‘It is really a meeting place for Rome’s intellectual and artistic elite and young literary men and artists hold symposiums and gave occasional improvised theatrical, musical and poetic performance.’
‘Sounds completely boring to me’ I observe
However, in Hell things look up. For Hell is a bar serving diabolical cocktails like Liquid Fire, Beelzebub’s Blood, Red Hot Pokers, Grinding teeth infusion, Brown mud, Critique of Pure Reason and Stygian water. The food menu was a futurist feast that included a Forest Symphony (roast pigeon on a bed of fir tree branches with sliced polenta and kidneys) and Little Snowmen (cooked apples or carrots covered in zabaglione and beaten egg whites with eyes of small dates or cloves). There was also a Futurist Surprise Gateaux and French wines and champagne.
‘Time for supper’ I suggest.
Wednesday 12thSeptember
Today is a day of rest. Nothing happens except for relaxation in the garden. But in the evening we go to the Teatro dell’Opera (originally known as the Teatro Costanzi) and afterward for dinner at the sumptuous Casina Valadier at the Piazza Bucharest on the highest point of the Pincio Hill. The beautiful building was constructed in the 19thcentury but only turned into a restaurant in 1922 by the restaurateur Alfredo Banfi.
Thursday 13thSeptembers
Since I have now been away from home for what appears to be an age, I very reluctantly, make noises about returning to London at breakfast. We have a quick tour of the Vatican and the Villa Borghese, lunch once again at the Fagiano, but when we return in the late afternoon all our bags are packed. We have fond farewells from the entire family with assurances that we will all meet again in Paris or London very soon. We catch an early evening train for the 36-hour journey back to London. What a delightful idyll I have had.