Moments 2: My Cortona - No. 6

In 1981 Cortona was a sleepy hilltop town where lazy blue bottles buzzed around single light bulbs in dark grocery

I first visited Cortona in 1981. I was in Italy on a college art course and was to spend a month in the town.
I will never forget my very first impressions of her:
I still remember our approach – a fortified city dominating its hillside on a back drop of deep blue sky. The summer sun was just beginning its descent to the west of Cortona, its rays illuminating the town in a soft, orange light which was reflected in windows throughout the city; I had never seen anything so beautiful.
An early riser, the following morning, I set out to explore the town before breakfast: I remember the unfamiliar aromas of freshly baked morning cornetti, steam pressed ground coffee and a muskier smell of perhaps salumi and cheeses, garlic and fruit permeating the town and drifting into my senses.
I remember walking down via Nazionale – Cortona’s main high street – and feeling dwarfed by the historic palazzi on either side. I had a strong sense of past times and previous lives. It was almost tangible, like a silent movie playing out around me in ethereal black and white; spectres of another world.
I remember sitting on the town hall steps and watching the town awakening to the day: the clanging sound of metal shutters being drawn up, tables and chairs being set out in night-cooled piazzas, the clatter of cups and saucers from opening bars. I watched the bustle of morning deliveries, the exchanges of buongiorno and the whiling away of two or five minutes in chat.
I was struck by how it must be to grow up in a small town, to which you would always belong, whatever you might choose to do or wherever you might choose to go.  In that moment I realised how much more small town life appealed to me than that of a big city.  The seed had been sown.
In 1981 Cortona was a sleepy hilltop town where lazy blue bottles buzzed around single light bulbs in dark grocery shops with no fridge, no fresh milk, salt-less bread and definitely no avocados. Shops had a purpose other than tourism of which there was little: there were hardware stores, green grocers, butcher’s, bakeries, shops selling white goods, linens etc… The Molesini wine store had yet to be conceived and the few restaurants that existed were traditional trattorie: Paolo Castelli was still in short trousers and Dardano, much the same now as it was then, was run by his father.
During that long liberating summer, many late afternoons were whiled away at the Tonino bar, alongside that year’s group of University of Georgia (UGA) students who, like my college, had a summer arts programme based in the town.  We sat out on the bar’s panoramic terrace, drinking tall glasses of freshly squeezed lemon juice on ice and slotting our gettone into the old Juke box. To the Police’s “Every Little Thing she does is Magic”, Christopher Cross’s “Sailing”, Springsteen’s “The River” and Dire Strait’s “Romeo and Juliet”, I already knew Cortona had stolen my heart.
The Casina dei Tigli (now Umami) was the favourite haunt for those long Summer evenings: Just a bar with pizza oven and big wooden tables outside at which everyone would sit together: local Cortonese, Italians from the north and south, UGA students, a spattering of English, the odd German and one or two Swiss. At some point guitars would appear and the night would drift into morning as everyone sang along to the Beatles, the Eagles, Guccini, de Andre’, Cat Stevens, Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton.
The Casina dei Tigli as it was in 1981
As the month slowly drew to an end, I was ever more aware of having found a place that fit me. I had been wooed by warm summer evenings that drifted into night accompanied by the chirping of crickets, but also by the open friendliness of the people who lived in and around the town – both Italians and foreigners – who would go out of their way to help anyone in need; a tradition that is upheld to this day.
Over the next  few years, while living and working in London, I was to miss Cortona daily.  I returned twice during the intervening years, but in 1987 – to the tune of U2’s “With or without you”, Paul Simon’s “Graceland” and Chris de Bergh’s “Lady in Red”, I moved here permanently.
Between then and now there have been many special moments: Tracy Chapman performing an informal concert at Santa Margherita in 1992; there couldn’t have been more than 100 people present – what a night!  My wedding which was one of the few times my entire family – both the Italian and English branches - was united.  The night my step-son Matteo played a concert in Piazza Signorelli with his group “Bend the Barb”, and so on.
Bend the Barb in concert in Piazza Signorelli
A period in which Cortona has slowly evolved.  It is now a town in which fine dining and fine wines, many of them produced locally, prevail; where the literary and cultural events, concerts and exhibitions and the popular Wine, Dine and Shine dinners have become calendar events booked months in advance by people all over the world.  The Cortonese led the town into the 21st century with style, but I can’t help but feel nostalgia when remembering the simple, quiet town I first knew and fell in love with.
Be that as it may, it has become a vibrant and stimulating place to live, filled as it is with a diversity of people from all walks of life, from all corners of the globe, each with their own areas of expertise and each with their own story to tell.
From my mountain perch, high in the hills above the town - where my music has long been displaced by Spotify shuffles and my husband’s more eclectic tastes  – I realise how lucky I am to have found this extraordinary town which offers me both a wilderness and a made to measure metropolis.
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Alison Koetser, 29/07/2020 11:56:13
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