|Amalfi leads the procession of the four republics into Piazza San Marco|
Typically the site of the race rotates annually among the four old republics--though nine times it has been held elsewhere (as far away as London in 1983, as you can read here: http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regata_delle_Antiche_Repubbliche_Marinare). This year the race returned to Venice, where the host city--for the 33rd time overall--swept to a decisive victory. A few images of which appear at the bottom of this post.
But before the race there is always a corteo, a long procession of representatives from each old republic dressed in 15th-century garb. As it's a bit easier to take up a position in close proximity to this action than it is to that of the race--which runs from Sant' Elena to the bacino of San Marco--most of the images for this post are of regalia rather than rowing.
Four years ago, oddly enough, I myself was among the paraders, arrayed as a Venetian nobleman. By the following year (in Amalfi) the rightful possessor of the velvet doublet and mantle and hose and pointy shoes and excruciatingly ill-fitting hat I'd worn for that one day during the 56th Regata reclaimed his customary place in the procession and, usurper that I was, I found myself a commoner once more. Where I have remained ever since.
But if you'd like to read my behind-the-scenes account of my temporary elevation to Venetian patrician status and what I learned from it (such as the perhaps apocryphal old saying, "Don't worry too much about your tights 'cuz it's the hat that will kill you") you'll find it here: http://veneziablog.blogspot.it/2011/06/on-making-spectacle-of-myself-at-regata.html
|For those Venetians with very long memories the sight of Genovesi marching into Piazza San Marco isn't a pleasant one...|
|...though some members of the contingent might be rather welcome|
|La Dogaressa di Venezia is carried past the church of San Marco|
|Venice maintains its lead, with the white boat of Genova and the blue of Amalfi in third and second, respectively|
|Venice crosses the finish line of orange buoys|
|In the busy basin of San Marco, Venice's helmsman celebrates victory with some flag-waving|