Story by Carol Stigger email@example.com
Photography by Carol Stigger, Gravedona images Manos Angelakis and Micol Bonacina
What’s around Lake Como besides George Clooney?
You may be surprised.
Como, the town, so passionately honors its native sons that statues of Pliny the Elder and Pliny the Younger flank the entrance of Como’s cathedral. Pliny the Elder fished out of a window of his villa. The Younger was an enthusiastic killer of Christians, but classical fame trumped spiritual slaughter. It is fun to wonder how Clooney may or may not be immortalized, but his lake-side villa is just medium-grand compared to its neighbors.
Villa Carlotta, dating back to 1690 and open to visitors, hosted Napoleon who looks down from a ceiling fresco upon a Carrera marble statue of Cupid and Psyche by Canova, a replica of the original now in the Hermitage in St. Petersburg. Other Canovas such as the Repentant Magdalene are centerpieces of the ground-floor rooms. Villa Carlotta’s glory is its extensive gardens with 150 varieties of azaleas frothing down a hill.
Lanes less traveled
At the northern tip of Lake Como lies the village of Gravedona. The historic center begins at the harbor and can be reached by private or public boat from Como, Bellagio, and other towns around the legendary lake. Gravedona has an ancient castle and a 10th Century Romanesque church, a splendid view, and restaurants Rick Steves hasn’t discovered.
Memories are made in Gravedona, not souvenirs. A pleasant day trip from Como – at the southern end of the lake – could include a boat ride to Bellagio for some upscale shopping and a cappuccino. Take a photo of George Clooney’s villa and visit Villa Carlotta along the way. Then, take a boat to Gravedona. It is just a short walk uphill to a panoramic view of red tile roofs, the lake and mountains. Go down the winding stairs to Ristorante Ca De Matt, via al Castello 6, and enter a 14th Century house, now an intimate restaurant with a rooftop terrace offering views of – more rooftops.
Nearly everything on the menu is grown or made within five kilometers. The restaurant is not part of the “farm to fork” craze; it predates it. The pasta is made in house; the bread is from a local baker; the cheese, meats, and produce are from local artisans and farmers, and the fish is from the lake. The owner describes the food as “typical,” but typical here is extraordinary in cosmopolitan restaurants.
On the lake-side lane, a shooting star above a sign reading “Presepe” suggests that a nativity scene is behind the wooden door of a 17th Century stone house. This Neapolitan tradition found its way to Gravedona after the presepe was displayed in nearby Colonno in 2009 by craftsman Giacomo Brambilita. When he died, the town council of Gravedona rescued it, and the Motti family donated the chapel of their family home for a display room. With 200 dioramas and 1,300 characters, half of them animated, the scenes range from Alpine to Palestine, from the desert of the Magi to the shores of Lake Como.
Strolling along the lake, it is impossible to miss Santa Maria del Tiglio, an 11th Century church of white marble and black stone. It was built on a Roman temple, and a portion of the Roman mosaic floor endures. Traces of Christian frescos remain. A German text dating back centuries speaks of a fresco depicting The Adoration of the Magi that shone for two days with its own light. In this stony, sacred space, the miracle can be imagined and even believed.
No Italian excursion is complete without gelato, and the mayor of Gravedona assured me that Carapina, Viale Umberto I, 25, on your way back to the boat, has the best gelato in the world. He recommends the pistachio. They close for a long lunch, according to Italian tradition, so I was unable to taste it. The good news is that gelaterias in tourist-clogged locations do not close for lunch. English poet William Wordsworth said Lake Como is “a treasure which the earth keeps to itself.” That is no longer true of most villages on the lake, but Wordsworth would agree it still applies to Gravedona.
A journey to the 17th Century
After a splendid Northern Italian dinner at Il Corazziere, a rural resort near the lake, I was invited to tour the old mill although the path was puddled and barely lit by a reluctant moon. I walked up the creaky stairs of the mill house and stepped back in time. For a moment I wondered if the beer risotto, made from the chef’s family recipe, had altered my senses, but the wooden floor really was populated by people dressed as peasants. The men and little boys held pan flutes, and the women had haloes of sliver pins that looked like the ends of antique table utensils.
The men began to play and the women began to dance, clogs plunking on the wooden boards. The music evoked the peasants’ hard work in the fields and silk mills and the joy of a less complicated era when a good harvest and a good marriage were cornerstones of satisfaction. I was transported to their world and forgot my bundle of contemporary concerns: finding my way to the airport and fitting everything into one suitcase.
The group is named I Bej, which means “beautiful” in Italy’s former peasant region of Brianza near Lake Como. In 1927, friends in the Commune of Erba decided to keep the Brianza culture alive by performing music and dance of the 17th Century. The men play pan flutes crafted by local artisans who use local canes. I Bej plays 25 pan flutes of seven sizes. The largest is almost as tall as the musician and has 32 pipes. They have performed at folk festivals around Europe and as far away as China. They often enliven the region’s small villages with impromptu performances on Sunday summer afternoons.
The dances, lyrics, and music have been handed down through the centuries. Today, four generations form I Bej. Even the youngest are encouraged to participate. The costumes are reproductions of the Lombard dress of the 17th Century as described by Alessandro Manzoni in his 1800s novel The Betrothed. The famous costume designer Caramba (1865- 1936), who worked for La Scala Theater in Milan, designed the costumes with meticulous accuracy. The men wear green pants and jackets and white shirts. Their broad-brimmed hats are decked with pheasant feathers.
The women wear wooden clogs, long black skirts and aprons, white lace-trimmed shirts, black velvet girdles, and colorful shawls. Their silver headgear, the raggiera, was worn until the 19th Century in this region. To wear the raggiera, hair is braided and then twisted into a bun. Silver pins that look like spoon handles are affixed to the hair to achieve a halo. The first pin is earned at a girl’s first communion. Other pins are gifts on special occasions. When a girl marries, her groom gives her a spoon-shaped pin, larger than the others.
The raggieras held firm during the lively folk dances. The dances and the music are still handed down, not written down. Traditions are upheld. The magic lasted until I Bej families got into their cars and drove away talking on cell phones.
From Como to Milan
Como is just a 30-minute train ride away from Milan and Lake Como’s hotels suit all budgets, including several five-star hotels. It would be good to board a train and relax around the gentle curves of Lake Como after a day of sightseeing and shopping in cosmopolitan Milan.
Thanks to Provincia di Como for their generous hospitality.
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