A to Z of Cathedrals – A is for Alghero in Sardinia

 

I first visited Alghero in Sardinia in 2009, I remember that it rained a lot.  I thought that it might be a good idea to stay dry and visit the Cathedral but sadly it was closed for restoration.

This has happened to me quite regularly I have to say, I am quite  unlucky when it comes to visiting Cathedrals and I very often find scaffolding, men at work and no entry signs.

Eventually the rain eased.  There was a little bar that overlooked the sea and we ordered Italian beer and some sandwiches that when they arrived we had to eat quickly because of the unwanted attention of hundreds of irritating flies that quickly became uninvited guests at our table.  The waiter apologised and explained that this time of year is always bad for these little pests.

It was really warm and we were glad of the seafront location as we sat and watched the activity on the promontory overlooking the sea and we were envious of the unhurried pace of life that the local people seemed to enjoy.  A bit of a walk, a bit of a chat, a bit of a walk, a bit of a chat, a bit of a walk, a bit of a chat and then turn around and do it all over again as they dawdle back in the opposite direction.

We navigated the city and as went peered down slightly shabby narrow streets, disfigured by graffiti, care worn but lived in with brightly colour-washed buildings with ancient coats of paint like fragments of history which have blotched and blurred by a combination of successive harsh summers, equally hard winters and general neglect resulting in a glorious wash resembling water colours running in the rain, everything dripping and running, liquefying and merging, leaking and fusing.

The streets between the houses were like deep gullies made brilliant by vibrant washing lines even after a night of torrential rain strung outside of windows like carnival bunting as though in anticipation of a parade, stretching across the streets dripping indiscriminately and swaying gently backwards and forwards above the secret doorways and back alleys and with realistically today, in view of the weather, only an outside chance of drying out.

Alghero has a Catalan heritage and even today Catalan is recognised as an official language and street names appear in both Catalan and Italian. A good percentage of the population speak this language although being rather isolated from direct Catalan influence over the years the dialect of Alghero today is said to be similar to the language spoken in Catalonia between the middle of the fourteenth and the end of the seventeenth century.  For an Algheran to speak to a Catalan today would be rather like me trying to have a sensible conversation with William Shakespeare.

As if to emphasise this Catalan connection Alghero has four twin towns, Tarragona and Balaguer in Catalonia, Encamp in Andorra (almost Catalonia) and Catalan speaking Palma in Majorca.

We walked along the city walls with the stunning views out to sea and we made note of promising looking restaurants for our evening meal.  We frequently detoured into the labyrinth of streets to explore the town and especially liked a deli bar/restaurant but were shocked by the price of the wine and decided instead to look for a supermarket.

 

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22 responses to “A to Z of Cathedrals – A is for Alghero in Sardinia

  1. Looking in, it seems untouched by modern life. I love the final image of the buildings on the waterfront.

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  2. On a NATO beach missile-firing job in Sardinia in 1972, my US Army photo team and I went to the site in a rented Fiat. Coming back on our way to Cagliari, we were stopped at a roadblock by the Carabinieri, which was scary enough – they are tough fellows! – who warned us of terrorists operating in that area.

    While we were spared a terrorist encounter, we almost created an international incident when one of the photographers in the car gave a “power to the people” arm thrust to a group of Sardinians doing their version of what the Spanish do when they “dar un paseo” – take a walk, with women on one side of the road and men on the other.

    A young woman misinterpreted the gesture as one less friendly that Italians use.

    We came to a dead-end in the road shortly after and had to retrace our path through the same crowd of people. Gad! When we passed the young woman, her companions had to restrain her because she was going to take on the fellow who gave the salute. Her flailing arms and legs, her shouted insults (which none of us understood, but got the idea of!), and the look in her eyes suggested the only thing that would have saved our companion had she been unleashed would have been…well, he would have died a horrific death. LOL!

    Oh yes, once we got out of there, we stopped at a restaurant, and I had a really delicious meal featuring an authentic minestrone soup. I’ve never been able to eat anything called “minestrone soup” since all fail to match that bowl of the real deal!

    I enjoyed Sardinia quite a lot. Wonderful memories of the people, the place, and the food. I kind of think I’ve told you this stuff before, but that’s the way it is with old farts reliving their youth. LOL! Sardinia is a wonderful place.

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  3. Love the descriptions of the dripping washing and the walls, Andrew.

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  4. Fascinating about that Catalan heritage. Yes, for them to meet someone from Barcelona would be an odd linguistic experience.

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  5. Looks an atmospheric place, Andrew

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  6. Very interesting about Catalan. I hadn’t realised that it was spoken anywhere else except in mainland Catalonia. What a pity that the Catalans were not allowed to become independent as the people seemed to have wanted.

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  7. Good descriptive writing and photographs

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  8. Oh good, a new series! This place looks very atmospheric.

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  9. I simply love that photo of the washing, and as Jo said, the description of paint colours washing down the walls is deliciously evocative.

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