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12 DIRECTORS FOR 12 CITIES

How silly we are!
Movies are nice, eh?

Come, they're gonna show Bari!

90, 91, 92, 93,

94, 95, 96,

97, 98, 99, 100.

Who's out is out,
who's in is in.

Mattia's safe!

Here you are, finally!

I happened to meet
Dr. Balanzone by the canal.

Very intellectual,

a very nice person,
a doctor of letters,

very honorable in his bearing
and very wealthy.

I'm waiting for my friend Bean.

Why on earth is there a letter here?
Did somebody lose it?

What will it say?

"If this letter, you do read,
you'll die from fright, indeed."

Charge!

Run, Giulia, run!

Come on, Marco! Come on, Daniele!
- I'm here!

Safe!
- Only Eleanora's missing.

Giorgia's safe!

Anna, where are you going?

Quiet, he's coming.

Come on, let's get out of here!

Come on, Mattia, now it's your turn.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15,

16, 17, 18, 19..,

.. 97, 98, 99, 100.

Who's out is out,
who's in is in.

An hour from the airport in Rome and
the coasts of France, Spain and Africa,

Cagliari offers the possibility of showing

an ecological, archaeological,
majestic heritage

of exceptional significance.

The birth of the city,
a little less than 3000 years ago,

is certainly the result of the invasion
the Phoenicians in the island

and the exploitation of
its large basins rich in salt,

which favored its growth
as a fortified trading post.

A few kilometers from Cagliari
are the ruins of Nora.

The oldest Phoenician city in Sardinia.

From Tofet of Nora,
where human sacrifices were celebrated,

comes the series of stone figures,

preserved at
the Archaeological Museum of Cagliari.

The presence of imperial Rome

is attested by the ruins
of the great amphitheater.

These are from Pisa,
circa 13th or 14th centuries,

The powerful defensive works and
the urban layout of the Castello district.

In the cathedral,
restored several times,

remain as original parts,
the doors placed in the transept.

And the Romanesque pulpit
of Maestro Guglielmo,

divided into two ambos.

In the procession which every year
parts from the church in Bonaria,

and radiates the entire area of the port
behind the statue of the Madonna,

protectress of fishermen,
besides the religious significance,

it reconfirms a vision
of the sea thousands of years old.

The sea as a horizon to be exorcised,

an open door to successive
invaders over the centuries.

From the sea came Carthaginians,
Romans, Aragonese,

Spanish, Savoyards.

Surrounding Cagliari,
are pristine shores,

characteristic of the entire isle.

An isle which has its main
settlements within.

Within, across thousand of years,
has risen an original culture,

that has always turned
its back to the sea,

giving the land the name of
"island with veins of silver".

It is the world of the nuraghi:
fortified villages built by the thousands,

in the age of bronze and iron.

Here, a few kilometers from Cagliari,
the nuraghi of Barumini,

with its characteristic
fortress in the center

in defense of the inhabitants within.

Precious artifacts
from the nuragic civilization,

besides in
the Archaeological Museum of Cagliari,

are preserved in Villanovaforru.

Laid out in a small but exemplary museum.

The museum is connected to the real world

by exhibitions of traditional
but still very popular products.

Sweets, for example:
macaroons, gallettinas,

Ciambelleddas, meringues,
pistoccus finis.

From the door which Cagliari with
jealous reserve opens towards the inside,

there's more evidence of
the ancient Sardinian traditions.

Every year at Assemini, a marriage
is celebrated in traditional dress.

The ceremony isn't smuggled in
like a local ritual

of a community cut off
from the modern world,

but celebrated, one might say,
as a sacred representation.

It's a cultural event
consciously chosen by young couples

that work, study, travel,
but who offer themselves to an encounter

where is seen the presence
of scholars and researchers

hailing even from abroad.

Cagliari will soon offer up
it most secret side, its streets,

which memory has for too long
deteriorated its many buildings,

for a new invasion,
this time certainly peaceful,

the championship of the World Cup.

An opportunity to ask questions,
to rethink its problems.

Come on, come on!
Pass it!

Pass it!

Pass it!

Pass it! Again, go!
Again!

Pass the ball! Come on!
Pass the ball!

Guys, guys!
It's the Grand Duke, be good!

Throw me the ball, Luca.
- Excellency..

Come on!

Here it goes!

The ball!

Red! Red! Red!

Green! Green! Green!

Ah, he scores!

Go, go, go, go!

He scores!

He scores!

Go, go, go, go!

Green! Green! Green!

He scores!

Genoa: yesterday and today.

Genoa, born across the sea,

the vital element in its mercantile economy

and closed off from
behind by the mountains,

takes advantage only of
the smallest space of its territory.

The historic center appears so compressed

with its narrow streets, alleyways,

where slits of light barely
penetrate between the houses,

the roofs which seem to touch each other.

Visited by Stendhal,
Dickens, Byron, Gogol,

Flaubert, Valéry.

It is the birthplace of
the poet Eugenio Montale.

The Cathedral of San Lorenzo.

Genoa, a powerful maritime republic,
will dominate the Mediterranean

and explore the seas
with its great navigators.

The most famous: Cristoforo Colombo.

This is what remains of his house.

Ancient harbors for the galleys.

Between the 16th and 17th centuries,

the city will undergo
an exceptional urban development.

The nobles,
in a politico-aesthetic competition,

will combine the outside grandeur
of the palaces and gardens

with the interior,
where gold celebrates their power.

Here's how Magnasco,
the great Genoese painter,

portrays conversation,

drinking coffee,

playing cards.

Van Dyck and Rubens enter their homes.

Also curiosity, attracts
the attention of the lords.

Niccolò Paganini, a Genoese,
writes to a friend.

Giuseppe Mazzini was born in Genoa.

The city, as it grew,
always needed more space.

And it fits, as in this case,

a glass cube
between noble buildings.

Genoa today.

Raised highways are born.

A long road connects
the city from east to west

and the houses overlook the sea.

The beating heart of
the city is still its port.

Let go of the chain!
- Look at the light this morning!

From this sea came
the Phoenicians, Greeks and Romans.

Arabs and Normans.

From this port,
came the French and Spanish,

masters, whom Palermo never loved,

while concealing
a disappointed dream of liberty.

This old sovereign city has always
lived in light and shadows.

Its monuments, scattered everywhere,

have white marble, gold mosaics
and black sandstone.

How much history there is
in this old sovereign city.

the bell tower of Martorana,
the Saracen domes,

remind us of the great
conquests of a forgotten Sicily.

The 14th century Palazzo Steri,
during the Counter-Reformation,

housed the Holy Office
and had cells and torture chambers.

In the plane of Marina,
rose up the fires of the auto da fe.

And this large ficus seems
to symbolize ancient agonies.

And the stone paved alleys
of the wonderful cloister of Monreale,

fascinate and enchant with their
incredible harmony of the columns.

Two by two, side by side,
all different.

Covered with mosaics,
others bare,

others adorned with
a simple design of stone rising,

wrapping around like a vine.

The Arabic-Norman cathedral resounds
the Te Deum for historic coronations.

Ruggero d'Altavilla,
the first King of Sicily,

Henry VI,
Constance d'Altavilla,

Constanza of Aragon,
Guillermo, Duke of Athens,

Frederick II of Swabia.

Here was the Magna Curia of Federico,
where echoed the songs of love

from the Sicilian school of poetry
at the origins of the Italian language.

Ruggero II created a superb home

with the Norman-Gothic Palatine Chapel.

A tiny church that Montpassant called,

"The most beautiful church in the world."

The Keep and Via Maqueda
cut cross the city,

intersecting at
the baroque Piazza Vigliena,

at the Quattro Canti
called "The Theater of the Sun."

An explosion of life
in the oratory of Serpotta.

Feelings of death,

pomp, meditation,
wisdom, madness.

Like the Sicilian character.

This mural celebrates
the triumph of death.

Popes, kings, judges,
are subject to the black rider.

In the steadiness of the eyes,
the amazement of death.

Renato Guttuso instead took to life

in the Vucciria market
with its baroque daily life.

Tomatoes for a 1000 lire!
- Some fine octopus!

Buy!

Sausage!
- Look at that nice octopus!

Sausage, come on!

Hurry!

Two kilos for 2000 lire, two kilos!

This bridge without water
joins the two Italies.

In 1860, Garibaldi's troops
overwhelmed the Bourbon soldiers.

Scattered places evoke
the atmosphere of "The Leopard".

These halls witnessed
the waltz of Tancredi and Angelica,

while Prince Fabrizio was courting death.

The mocking and grotesque
emerges from the Villa Palagonia.

It astonished Goethe.

The monsters of rock measure the
relationship between man and the absurd.

The invisible thread
that binds God to man,

leads us to the spectacular
images of the Annuciation.

A thread that leads us to the sublime
mosaics of the Duomo of Monreale.

Goethe said,
"One hasn't any idea of Italy"

"without having seen Sicily."

Even in Turin now
this display goes unnoticed,

as happens in all the cities of the world.
A spectacle..

A spectacle painful for me!

I'm an old Turinese born
at the beginning of the century.

It would seem today lovers
don't know how to enjoy themselves,

without being surrounded by a crowd..

of voyeurs,
people watching them.

But no! No one looks at them.

A sociologist would say that it's
the joy of an ancient transgression,

the instinctive pleasure
from a successful revolution.

There's nothing more
contrary to the spirit of Turin.

Once the mayor of Turin told me,

"The beauties of Turin are hidden."

The beauties of Torino are hidden,

but don't take literally
what our mayor said.

Because.. you can also say that
they are some unknown, perhaps..

misunderstood, neglected!

You must understand,
this is a different city,

which has always believed
in religious and military order.

For example, the banks of the Po,
the river that runs through the city,

are not always so crowded.

They are mysterious, religious,

frequented only on feast days.

Every year, on the evening of June 20,

Turin celebrates the feast
of Our Lady the Consoler,

And days later, celebrates
the great popular festival of St. John.

Hooray for Turin and its people!

Hooray Saint John!

Tonight we burn the bonfire!

Let's hope it falls on the right side!

Long live the people!
Long live the good people!

Hooray for Saint John!

Torino is the only city in the world
that makes breadsticks flattened by hand.

Here, everything has remained the same
as it was a hundred years ago.

This was a bar for bon vivants,
elegant and open-minded men.

Who thought they would be
young the rest of their lives.

It's still very much alive..
their lair!

Now the helicopter spins,

circles over another city.

A circle much larger than
of the ancient walls of Lucca.

The beauties of Turin are hidden.
Well..

The city of Turin Mirafiori down below,
you can't even see it.

To see it, you must go to heaven.

The great writer Henry James said,

"I returned to Turin,"

"I walked all morning
under the big, tall arcades"

"in the joy of a local atmosphere,
unlike any other atmosphere"

"and at the same time harmonious."

"Turin is the door of Italy
and we who come abroad,"

"try to find pleasure in tradition,"

"in the grand style of true architecture,"

"the height and the scale."

"In Friuli, a land though cold,
is blessed with beautiful mountains,"

"of rivers and clear fountains,
and a land called Udine."

Thus wrote Giovanni Boccaccio
at the start of the fifth story

of the tenth day of his "Decameron".

This clear wealth of waters,
in its exit from the mountains,

merges in the wide
solemnity of the Tagliamento,

while in the east it goes
to make up the pale blue quiet Natisone.

Further downstream, the hills cover
with vines as far as the eye can see,

treasures, those of the wines,
that makes Friuli world famous.

The historic capital of this region
is the ancient city of Udine,

testified for the first time by
a certificate from Otto II in 983,

but already a fortified
village since 1500 BC.

Under the Patriarchs of Aquileia,

Udine became the seat
of an independent state.

But the most enduring symbol would
be that left by the Venetian Signoria.

Followed,
after the Austrian and French rule,

the annexation to the Kingdom of Italy,
which took place in 1866.

The heart of Udine is Piazza Libertà,
formerly Piazza Contarena.

With the Loggia del Lionello
and that of St. John,

a work of Bernardino Morcote.

Here the Venetian's touch is more marked,

Contrasting in the background by its
massive Romanesque size,

the bell tower of the Cathedral.

With its light and its levity,

The Loggia del Lionello seems
transported here

directly from Venice.
The atmosphere: graceful, silent.

And still the signs, traces,
evidence of past dominations.

A short distance from
the aristocratic Piazza Contarena,

is the very popular Piazza San Giacomo
or Piazza delle Erbe,

so called because it has
always been a gathering place

of all the gardeners
of the surrounding villages.

Despite its vastness,

it keeps alive a sense
of welcome and restraint.

The elegant robustness of Arco Bollani,

designed by Palladio,
introduces the climb to the castle.

Already seat of the Patriarchs,

the castle now houses
valuable testimonies of art,

including Bellunello's "The Crucifixion",

"The Blood of Christ,"

a masterpiece of Venetian
master, Vittore Carpaccio,

a canvas that was for artists
of Udine, a true revelation.

And the "Second Minarena",

an unusual Tiepolo, who here
anticipates new painting techniques.

A short walk from
the elegant little church

of Sant'Antnio Abate Antonio Massari,
is the Archbishop's Palace.

In its noble floor,
the throne room,

with the portraits of bishops long gone.

But the adjacent gallery evinces
a higher testimony to art

in the frescoes of Tiepolo
not yet thirty years old,

Yet already capable of masterpieces.

In the fresco
"Rachel Hiding the Idols,"

the person in the center
is a self-portrait of the young Tiepolo.

The Archbishop's Library also
houses a collection

of heretical texts, magic and necromancy,
all listed in the index.

To stress this presence:

satanic figures and bestial decoration.

The original Romanesque structure of the
cathedral experienced over the centuries,

a series of transformations,

starting with the Patriarch Bertrando,

after the earthquake of 1348.

The inside, as it appears today,
is due to the profound changes

put in place from 1707 onwards.

In the baptistery,
an authentic jewel of Gothic art.

This sarcophagus is
from the first half of 1300.

In it lies the remains
of the Patriarch Bertrando,

to whom Udine owes its
promotion as the capital of Friuli.

But Udine is also a city
serene, friendly, calm,

Enriched by a gentle course of rocks,

from the quiet stroll of its squares,

to the city's streets,

which often spread out in
shadow of the arcades.

Udine, a city made for man.

Wonderful birds,
migrating from distant countries,

have chosen their home in Verona,

like the larks and nightingales
immortalized by Shakespeare.

And the rarest fish sought refuge

in that bay of Adige where Saint Zeno,

sitting on this rock, spent hours
in prayer, pretending to fish.

Saint Zeno or Big Zeno must
have been very nice and cheerful.

About him we have more
uncertainties than facts.

Like he was of African birth
and pretended to be Greek.

Historians and scholars agree
that the poor martyr died

under the reign of Julian the Apostate.

While others think he died
a martyr a century earlier

at the time of Emperor Gallienus.

That the saint spent a long time
in meditation on the riverbed

is proved by the fact that
on the riverbank he was buried

and on his tomb was built a church,

while the construction went
underway for a great basilica,

the Basilica of Saint Zeno.

Some uncertainties about
his life have been mentioned,

but that he was cheerful man
is quite certain.

Demonstrated by the fact that those who
portrayed him showed him laughing.

And while this doesn't sound like much

and there are many
smiling statues known

from the smile of Greek statues
to that of the Mona Lisa,

they're are only two
known laughing statues

and both are located in Verona,
one of Saint Zeno

and the other, Cangrande I of the Scala.

The fifth lord of Verona,
mayor and captain of the people,

of whom we know
of the wonderful generosity,

the moral grandeur, the subtle politics,

but we don't know why he had
the reputation as a cheerful person.

There are many other things
of which no testimony remains.

Who knows for sure,
if this is the balcony

from which Juliet appeared
to talk with Romeo?

No witness or legend
helps us to discover

in which square or on what
stairway Mercutio was killed

by the hand of Tybalt.

Which house sheltered
Dante Alighieri in his exile

and in which one lived the young Giotto?

Nor is it given to us
to know what sad place

the terrible Alboin forced
his wife Rosamund

to drink from the skull of her father.

Of the many artists born in Verona,

first of all the great Paolo Caliari,
known as "Veronese"

who, however, moved to Venice while young

and of his works in Verona, there are few.

Our preference goes
to Antonio Pisano, called "Pisanello",

in memory of the place
his father came from.

A painter for the upper class
in the 15th century,

his works unfortunately have
disappeared, for the most part,

but Verona jealously
preserves a few masterpieces.

It's one of the most beautiful and
celebrated frescoes on earth,

The "Departure of Saint George"
to face the dragon

and free the Princess.

These testimonies of a late medieval world,
aristocratic and decadent,

contrast with
the magnificent Roman monuments

which for 2,000 years, has illustrated

a part of that life for the inhabitants
of the city and its guests,

that still go to the theater,
as in the first century.

Due to its location
between Venice and Milan,

Veneto and Lombardy, East and West,

Verona is the control center

for an important access road
to the peninsula, as we see here.

These roads, covered for a long time
by armies led to the conquest,

today bring connoisseurs of art,
to the collections of Verona to see

so many amazing relics of the past,
unique and inimitable.

The Piazza delle Erbe, with the towers
of the Lamberti and of the Council,

the Arches,

the imposing Castelvecchio,

the Scaliger bridge,

the Roman theater located along the Adige.

And they bring especially lovers of opera,

who converge to applaud performances

given in one of the most grandiose
surviving arenas,

on the most vast stage in the world.

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