|photo credit: Alessandro Niccoletti The funnel cloud as seen from Fondamente Nove|
The morning had alternated between clouds, a little soft rain, and sun--nothing unusual--and when a storm suddenly kicked up, with high winds and hard rain that sent the kids rushing from the soccer field of Sant' Elena in search of shelter, that wasn't all that unusual either. I'd just finished reading a passage of Jan Morris' Venice in which she remarks upon the abrupt unexpected way that storms can arise in the lagoon (and the hazards this poses to the casual boater).
In fact, by the time we'd finally succeeded in getting all of them secured it was all over. But, as you can see, not without leaving behind a good deal of damage. (I've also heard it touched down and caused damage on Sant' Erasmo, but have no details.)
I've been told that the beautiful pini marittimi in the park of Sant' Elena, when seen from a bird-eye's view, form il nodo di Savoia--or the Knot of the House of Savoy: a looping symbol of the ruling family at the time this park (and almost all of what we now know as the island of Sant' Elena) was constructed in the 1920s.
That knot, alas, has been left rather ragged today.
|While looking at the above I overheard an American ask a carabinieri" "What happened?" With infinite patience, the carabinieri answered, "Wind." I would have said, "Gophers"--and probably been believed.|
|What now appears to be a superfluous over-sized 5th wall was until very recently this building's roof|
|It's sad to lose so many beautiful trees, but this is a reminder that it could have been--and, sadly, has been--much worse|