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Sunday, October 12, 2025

Via Romea Germanica Day 103: Petrignano - Moiano

È importantissimo che tu comprenda come ogni volta che incontri la Bellezza percepita come armonia dai tuoi cinque sensi mentre la gusti e l'assapori contemplandola, anche se credi in un Dio Ignoto o sei ateo, questa è la forma più concreta con cui Dio ti coccola, in quell'istante, con il suo Amore Divino

(It is very important that you understand that whenever you come across Beauty, perceived in the form of a harmony of your five senses as you enjoy and savour it while contemplating it, even if you believe in an Unknown God or are an atheist, this is the most concrete way in which God pampers you, at that very moment,  with His Divine Love)

- the "Prophet of Valiano", in his treatise for motorbikers

We prepared breakfast in the apartment provided for us by our friend Gianni, who came to pick us up at 8 and take us back to the café where we stopped walking and met him in the evening. We said goodbye and started walking in the direction of Pozzuolo, the official end of the previous stage. We didn't have a stamp on our pilgrim credentials, as the people at the bar in Petrignano had said that theirs was kept in the bakery in Pozzuolo, run by the same management. So we stopped by the bakery in Pozzuolo, where the proprietor was very suspicious - obviously no-one had ever asked her for a stamp on a pilgrim credential before! She wanted to know what it was for, and take a closer look at it. Perhaps reassured by the presence of other stamps from similar places of business, she finally consulted her husband and, with his assent, applied her stamp to the paper, dating and signing it too!

After this episode and a break in the local café, we continued along winding roads through the countryside, passing whole families busy harvesting their olives. - As I should be doing, instead of wandering all over the country!! 😄



House in Pozzuolo


House in Pozzuolo










At Vaiano we turned off the main road to climb the aptly named Via Ripida to the square in front of the church, where there were benches in the shade that looked ideal for a lunch break, and here we met a fellow I nicknamed the "prophet of Vaiano". My walking guru Luca Giannotti, author of L'arte di camminare (The Art of Walking), says that if you want to experience contact with the local people, when you come to a village just sit down on a bench, and eventually someone will come and talk to you; this is exactly what happened. The "prophet" lives right across from the church, in a building that used to be the customs house on the border between the Grand Duchy of Tuscany and the Papal State. He was just leaving to go somewhere in his car when he spotted us, stopped and asked if we were pilgrims or hikers. A tough question, but we answered, pilgrims. Bingo - the correct answer if you want to talk to the Prophet of Vaiano! He pulled over his car, got out and sat on the bench next to ours. We had a long discussion about the history of pilgrimage routes, many of which he has travelled by motorcycle: he has his own philosophy of "biking for God", about which he has written a treatise. He has been to Medjugore 52 times - and met his wife there. He told us all about the mysteries of the Nerina Valley in Umbria, and filled our water bottles with healing water from a holy fountain near Todi which he goes to regularly to stock up his supply, and which he claimed had healed him from the effects of a serious car accident he had in his youth. 

When the conversation took too much of a mystic and prophetic turn, we made a great show of realising that it was getting late, shouldered our packs, said goodbye and went on our way - not without several pages of written "testimony" from the Prophet!



View over Lake Chiusi


Illustration of the Via Romea Germanica route in the area, on ceramic



Terracotta church façade in Villastrada

The Prophet correctly prophesied that the supermarket down the road in the next village would be closed until four thirty p.m. Realising we would not encounter another open supermarket or food shop of any kind for two days, we decided to wait on a bench in a nearby park. When the little supermarket reopened after its afternoon break, we were the first in; knowing that we would have a kitchen at our disposal in the guesthouse of the convent in Città della Pieve, we wanted to arrive with ingredients to cook (the local supermarket being closed on Sundays). 

Laden down with groceries, we continued on our way toward Moiano. The stage officially ends in Paciano, a much prettier town (we're told), but we decided to cut corners and walk straight across the valley toward Città della Pieve, stopping at Hotel Ristorante Il Pozzetto in Moiano, a more modern town at the bottom of the valley. The route to get there, which I devised using Mapy.cz, was a pretty one in the soft light and long shadows of early evening. 

A hedge made of olive trees


Church in Poggio




Coming into Moiano


This part of the route coincides with the Chemin d'Assise


Hotel Ristorante Il Pozzetto



A bit of (recent) history: Moiano

Moiano has been inhabited since medieval times, but grew rapidly in the 18th and 19th centuries. This small, rather characterless town built up along the highway  is best known for an incident that occurred on April 23, 1974, when a bomb exploded in the local Casa del Popolo.

The Case del Popolo were originally leisure and cultural centres built with the intention of making art and cultural appreciation available to the working classes. The first establishment of this type appeared in Tomsk, Russia in 1882; "People's Houses" soon became popular in England (1887, "People's Palace"), Scotland, Turkey and various European states.

Italy's first Casa del Popolo opened in 1893; the one in Moiano was the first in the region of Umbria and one of the first in Italy, inaugurated in September 1913. Repeatedly attacked and destroyed during the Fascist period, on April 10, 1921 it was devastated by the camicie nere, the "black shirts", in an incident that provoked an armed clash with a group of socialist workers. The fascists retaliated by burning down the Casa del Popolo one week later, killing a worker. The building was then expropriated by the regime, which replaced the socialist lettering and the red flag with imperial eagles and fascist symbols. 

After July 25, 1943, the fascist ornaments were eliminated and the building became the property of the Italian Communist Party, which rebuilt it and restored it to its original purpose, naming it after Palmiro Togliatti, who laid the cornerstone himself in 1964. 

On April 23, 1974, during the so-called "years of lead" in Italy, right-wing extremists planted a bomb which heavily damaged the building; on the same day, two more bombs exploded in Milan and Lecco. 

Why the choice of Moiano, a tiny village, for the third bomb? Perhaps because of its symbolic value as one of Italy's oldest Case del Popolo, or perhaps due to the political leanings of the local people, suggested by the presence of streets named after Giacomo Matteotti and Salvador Allende.

After years of abandonment, the structure was restored and opened again in 1998.




Petrignano - Moiano 22.5 km

 

Friday, October 10, 2025

Via Romea Germanica Day 102: Cortona - Petrignano

Many people nowadays live in a series of interiors... disconnected from each other. On foot everything stays connected, for while walking one occupies the spaces between those interiors in the same way one occupies those interiors. One lives in the whole world rather than in interiors built up against it.

- Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking


A delicious breakfast at our luxurious accommodation Il Frantoio was followed by two painful experiences: settling the bill, and climbing the steep hill up to Cortona that we should have climbed last night, completing yesterday's stage. We came through the gate in the Etruscan walls of the city of Cortona and headed for the cathedral,  but there was no-one there to stamp our pilgrim credentials. So we climbed higher, up to the convent and church of San Francesco, where we found the guardian priest; he did not have a stamp, but signed and dated our credentials to certify our passage through Cortona. 







The cathedral of Cortona, with sculpture 






San Francesco 


San Francesco 



A bit of history: Cortona

Cortona was an important member of the Etruscan League or Lucumonia in the 8th and 7th centuries BC, due to its strategic position ensuring control over the surrounding territory. In the 4th century BC the Etruscans built the imposing walls that surround the city for about 3 km, the tombs scattered around the city that are now referred to as "melon tombs" because of their shape, and a unique monumental funerary altar adorned with sphinxes. The Tabula Cortonensis found here is a bronze sheet with one of the longest surviving inscriptions in the Etruscan language.

The Tabula Cortonensis (photo and information from Wikipedia)

In 310 BC many Etruscan cities were subdued by Rome, and Cortona made an alliance with Rome which however was not respected and led to a violent clash near Lake Trasimeno.

Cortona eventually became a Roman colony under the name Corito, but under Roman rule the city lost much of its influence, as the Via Cassia, the main Roman road through central Etruria, led directly from Chiusi to Arezzo, bypassing Cortona.

Hannibal besieged and attacked Cortona during the Second Punic War, in the famous Battle of Trasimeno. The hamlet of Ossaia, not far from the battlefield, is said to be so named because the remains of the dead were amassed in an ossuary there.

Traces from the Roman period can also be found in the names of local hamlets such as Metelliano, derived from the toponym of the patrician family Metelli, and Centoia, an ancient checkpoint near the via Cassia, seat of a Century, sub-unit of the Roman army.

The Goths occupied Cortona in  450 AD, and Cortona was sacked and destroyed in  the final stages of the Gothic War (535–554).

In the 13th century Cortona was an independent city-state, but it was conquered by Naples in 1409 and sold to the Medici family in 1411.

View from Cortona 

Walking downhill out of the city, we ran into a small group of walkers on their way to Perugia to join the Walk for Peace from Perugia to Assisi on Sunday. It was so nice to chat with them and walk in company that we followed them too far and had to backtrack a short way to get back onto the Via Romea Germanica; if we'd stayed with them, we would have ended up on the wrong side of Lake Trasimeno, heading for Perugia instead of Rome!

We wound our way down the hill, passing by a beautiful 16th-century villa which is now a department of the prestigious educational institution La Scuola Normale di Pisa: what a beautiful, tranquil setting for learning! We also passed within a mile of Villa Bramasole, subject of Frances Mayes' book Under the Tuscan Sun.

We stopped at the early medieval church of San Michele Arcangelo and asked Don Piero, the parish priest who lives beside the church, to stamp our pilgrim credentials. Don Piero has a small accommodation for pilgrims available on a donation basis in this beautiful spot, but we couldn't have made it this far yesterday: it was another ten kilometres from our agriturismo, and with a large hill in between, too!




Our route wound along pleasant country lanes over the plain to Ossaia, where we stopped outside the church to eat our lunches: the church was closed, but there were benches, shade, and a drinking fountain. 

Looking back toward Cortona, framed by grapevines 

The church in Ossaia


A bit of history: the hamlet of Ossaia

Like many small villages, Ossaia came into being along the minor Roman road that later grew into the Via Romea Germanica. The hamlet, population approximately 230, is located at the point where the plains of the Val di Chiana meet the gentle slopes of the surrounding hills, which are terraced and planted with olive groves.

The origin of the name Ossaia for this area, which even in Roman times was dotted with villas and estates belonging to Roman nobility, is tradionally associated with the word "osso", meaning bone. The site is held to have been a burial ground for those who died in the famously bloody battle between the Romans and the Carthaginians under Hannibal, which took place nearby on the shore of Lake Trasimeno in 217 B.C. Hannibal's troops took the Romans by surprise in a narrow passage beside the lake, killing 15,000 men on the spot and taking another 15,000 prisoners. 

A Latin plaque in the church of San Biagio e Cristoforo in Ossaia reads: 

Nomen habet locus hic Ossaria ab ossibus illis
Ouae dolus Annibalis fudit et hasta simul.

But historians are skeptical about this etymology; it would seem that Ossaia, as well as other nearby places, including Sepoltaglia and Sanguineto, are names that actually refer to crops cultivated by Roman settlers, or in any case to far less bloody events than that of Hannibal.

Resuming our walk, we passed by the kennels of Ossaia: lucky dogs, living in "boneland"! Though right next door to the kennel is the municipal slaughterhouse: a juxtaposition emblematic of humans' contradictory relationship with other animal species.

During the lunch stop I took off my long-sleeved shirt and zipped off my trouser legs: in October the mornings are cool, but it is as warm as summer in the afternoon! Especially when walking over the valley floor, in full sunlight. 

















Somewhere just before reaching Petrignano we crossed the boundary between Tuscany and Umbria, and then walked along the imaginary line of the border for a while. Another region completed on the Via Romea Germanica! When we reached Petrignano, we celebrated this achievement over a beer in the local bar with Gianni, an ospitalero friend I met through the association of volunteer pilgrim hosts Accoglienza Pellegrina who lives only a few kilometres off our route. Gianni then drove us ten kilometres back into Tuscany, to an apartment that used to belong to his mother, which he renovated recently and which is currently empty; he gave us the use of the apartment for the evening! After we had showered and changed, Gianni picked us up again and we all went to a restaurant in nearby Cervognano specialising in handmade pici: basically fat spaghetti, as they explain in the useful English-language explanation of different types of pasta in their handwritten menu. Every town in Tuscany claims to make better pici than all the others, but I've been assured that the true original pici are from the Valdichiana, and so is aglione, like garlic but much bigger, and milder in flavour. 

Judging from the pici all'aglione served at La Bottega di Cervognano, I'd say that must be correct! 



Squeezing through the garden gate



Pici all'aglione



Cortona - Petrignano 24.5 km