The other morning I loaded my camera into the backpack, I took the bus that usually takes me straight to the city center, with the intention of joining the Country Galleria d'Arte Antica, Palazzo Barberini. In that beautiful seventeenth century palace I went there several times, both for the museum for some marriages (until recently a large wing of the building was occupied by the Army Officers' Club, who rented some space to the public), but the new organization of the museum spaces left free by the Circle I have not seen anything yet.
It was a gorgeous day, sunny, as we are accustomed to having in recent weeks. My bus goes the long Via Gregorio VII, St. Peter's flanks, then is channeled in Corso Vittorio Emanuele and arrives at Largo Argentina, then to Piazza Venezia, the last stop. Already during the trip, I had taken the idea to stop, instead, to visit the Museum of Palazzo Venezia: another of those lesser known museums, but rich in precious works. I must also decide to return to the Vatican, so those really difficult (I've never been able to visit them all, a bit 'like the Louvre).
But there have never arrived at the terminus.
Like every time I pass by there, I admired the imposing dome of St. Peter, which stands proud against the dark blue sky. Some dots are faced dalla lanterna, minuscoli, ed in un lampo ho pensato che da lassù la vista doveva essere splendida, da mozzare il fiato.
Sono salita in cima alla Torre di Pisa, ho faticosamente scalato la cupola del Brunelleschi a Santa Maria del Fiore rischiando l'infarto, ma la cupola di Michelangelo mi sono sempre accontentata di guardarla da sotto.
Sono scesa di corsa, cambiando meta nel tempo di un istante. Il sole era troppo caldo, e la giornata troppo bella per rinchiudermi, per l'ennesima volta, in un museo, la Galleria aspetterà.
La piazza San Pietro era già uno spettacolo, la basilica piena di turisti e poco fotografabile, ma ho fatto del mio better (pictures in a forthcoming virtual walks, I am now accumulating photographs by the hundreds, have to wait). On the other hand, the view from above was wonderful as I thought.
Pending write another post on Rome (the complete list of post you want to write? Now: Villa Torlonia, hoot owls, the home of Keats, Piazza Navona, Capitoline Museum, the Maxxi, San Pietro, Castel Sant'Angelo. We put a life. And if you have any special requests, let me know), I leave you with some delicious bread.
I must admit that is a lot that does not pull out my camera, maybe because are luscious bread and try to eat little. But this I liked very much, a loaf a simple one, perhaps one of my favorite breads.
Pagnotta full
400 grams flour 100 grams Complete
Manitoba (alternatively, only 500 grams of wheat flour)
about 320 ml of warm water
1 tablespoon olive oil 1 teaspoon
plenty of salt 1 tablespoon sugar 1 teaspoon dry yeast
Mastro Fornaio
Enter the first liquid in the drum.
Pour over the two mix together flour, then sugar and dry yeast.
In a corner to add salt, making sure that does not come into contact with the yeast.
Press the dough for an hour and a half program.
If the dough should seem too dry, add a little water.
At the end of dough, remove the dough and place on a baking sheet covered with parchment paper in the shape you want (in my case a long loaf), you make cross cuts and put back at least an hour to rise in a warm place .
Turn on the oven and heat it to 200 degrees, then put the loaf on the second shelf from the bottom.
After thirty minutes, turn the loaf to make it brown the other side.
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