Verona, what light through yonder window breaks?

I hadn’t heard of the film, Letters to Juliet, before visiting Verona. It’s inspired by thousands of people from around the world who write letters to Shakespeare’s doomed heroine, Juliet, seeking romantic advice. Yes, you read that correctly. How to explain the phenomenon of writing to a fictional character, supposedly alive in medieval Europe, for advice on affairs of the heart in the 21st century? I mean, Juliet’s love affair did not end well. More importantly, how do you justify employing people to reply to those letters?

Ponte Pietra, River Adige, Verona, Italy

No surprise then that there was a long queue for the Casa di Giulietta, the fake home of an imaginary person. The house is real enough, and dates back to the 14th century. A family even lived there that had a surname similar to the one Shakespeare gave to fictional Juliet. The famous balcony was added in the 1930s, a cynical ploy to attract more tourists – and their disposable income – and now lends its name to a modern architectural horror.

It’s €10 to visit the interior of the house. For some that’s a price worth paying to have their photo taken on a 1930s replica of a 15th century balcony. In the courtyard below, the authorities have erected a bronze sculpture to represent Juliet. People rub its right breast hoping to find eternal love, because nothing says ‘romance’ more than gropping a stranger’s breast.

River Adige, Verona, ItalyRiver Adige, Verona, Italy
Piazza delle Erbe, Verona, Italy
Verona, Italy
Arena di Verona, Verona, Italy

We studied a lot of Shakespeare at school, and I’ve long suspected he was responsible for many of the ills of the modern world. Finally, here in Verona, I had proof. I don’t want to appear po-faced (too late?), but we didn’t join the queue to crowd into the courtyard and gaze upwards at the fake 20th century balcony. Instead, we walked off the long trip from Berlin by exploring some of the atmospheric streets of non-fictional Verona.

Our trip across the Alps was made miserable by thunderstorms and torrential rain while dodging HGVs. It was only as we came out of the mountains and onto the plain near Verona that the sun emerged from behind the clouds. It brought to mind Romeo’s awestruck description of the effect Juliet had upon him, “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

River Adige, Verona, Italy
River Adige, Verona, Italy
Verona, Italy
Piazza delle Erbe, Verona, Italy

Arriving in the early afternoon, we got our first sight of the historic centre while crossing the fast flowing River Adige. Italian drivers give no quarter and there is nothing pleasant about driving through the narrow streets of an ancient Italian town. Verona is no exception. It was a relief to park and not have to negotiate streets designed for medieval donkeys and carts – Verona and donkeys have a complicated relationship it turns out.

Verona is renowned for its culinary ‘delights’ as much as its long and storied history, and it was lunchtime. We found a table outside a fabulous deli in Piazza delle Erbe, the historic old market square. A selection of meats, cheeses and bread arrived and we settled down with a glass of local Soave to do some serious people watching. The sun was hot and after eating we strolled, taking in the sights and sounds.

Piazza delle Erbe, Verona, Italy
Torre dei Lamberti, Verona, Italy
Ponte Pietra, Verona, Italy
Ponte Pietra, River Adige, Verona, Italy

We were still on the buzzing streets as the sun set and aperitivo hour was upon us. This is an Italian tradition I can wholeheartedly embrace. It had been a long day, and we headed back to the former Palazzo where we were staying. First though, we popped into a nearby osteria to try some local delicacies. One of which was stracotto d’asino. Bigoli pasta served with donkey ragù, washed down with Valpolicella. Donkeys and Verona, complicated. Sorry Eeyore.

8 thoughts on “Verona, what light through yonder window breaks?

  1. Casa di Giuletta sounds like Sherlock Holmes flat on Baker Street…
    And Shakespeare did not, if I recall, visit Verona, or travel abroad at all, “mayhap”. It’s all right. He gave Verona its most gallant words… (And West side story…)

  2. Great photos as ever. We may have to agree to disagree on Shakespeare, but I must say I wouldn’t bother with the balcony either! I also feel your pain in encountering Italian driving standards when coupled with medieval street patterns. I managed to bend a hire car against a medieval Italian gateway on one notable occasion…

    1. Driving in medieval towns is probably my least favourite form of driving exüerience. Especially when scooters are ever present. I’m a fan of Shakespeare’s work. Admittedly, less so when ploughing my way through Macbeth, Antony and Cleopatra, Othello, etc. at school.

      1. There are a dew places in the world where I refuse to drive. One is Bogotá. The other is Italy… 🇮🇹

        1. That’s all I need to convince me never to drive in Bogota. It’s way too stressful.

        2. Totally. They are worse that Roman drivers… (With all due respect to our Roman friends…)

  3. I only made a brief stop in Verona on my way from Geneva to Venice. I didn’t waste any time either to see Juliette’s house. I only remember a church, probably the Basilica San Zeno. I thought of coming back there to visit it in more detail, this has not happened yet. Thank you for your post.

    1. We really liked Verona, it’s such a lovely town, we especially enjoyed walking along the river which is really beautiful.

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