Word: veneto
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Europe's liveliest public show these days is broad, tree-shaded Via Veneto, which runs from Rome's Piazza Barberini to the ancient Roman Gate of Pinciana. Its wide sidewalks are speckled with bright umbrellas and gay, colored tables. Its curbs are flanked by fashionable hotels and shops. Rome's American colony calls it "The Beach." An exhausted tourist, slumping into one of the comfortable chairs in mid-afternoon when proper Romans are enjoying a siesta, sees nothing but empty tables or exhausted fellow tourists. But just before lunch, in the late afternoon, or from...
...Rome's international set, the Via Veneto is outdoor club, place of business, trading post and town pump. At the tables, porcine movie producers discuss deals over an aperitivo, sad-eyed young English poets finger their last published articles, handsomely tailored young men while away their time, expertly assess the jewels on neighboring matrons and debate whether to offer their services as escorts. Sauntering by in an endless stream are pretty, dark girls with swelling bosoms and swelling hopes of catching a producer's eye, gawking tourists from Germany, Switzerland or the U.S., or uninhibited Italian families...
...Eggs. Via Veneto's regulars have their appointed places. At Rosati's Café, strollers can spot most nights Novelist Alberto Moravia, Foreign Minister Gaetano Martino, Vice Premier Giuseppe Saragat, or, after Midnight, Film Star Anna Magnani and Director Vittorio De Sica. Across the street, the Strega's tables swarm with so many starlets and bit players that harried directors have been known to hustle over and do some fast casting on the spot. Most international is the Caffè; Doney, where newsboys hawk the London Daily Telegraph, France-Soir and Variety, and waiters accept orders...
...shores. The travelers, according to reports from all our sources, are devoting themselves mostly to just plain fun, like the newlyweds motoring down the Loire Valley in a rented new bug-model Citroen, the bald Philadelphian sipping vermouth and eying the Italian beauties strolling along Rome's Via Veneto, or the middle-aged sportsmen playing at being matadors in Madrid's new bullfighting cafe...
...sunny afternoon half of white-collar Rome strolls down the Via Veneto to see the movie stars at play. There they sit at the dime-size sidewalk tables at Doney's and Rosati's and the Strega, or slouch along the bar at the Excelsior Hotel. There, like swarms of gnats, come the hundreds of little middlemen, promoters, rumor touts and inside-kiters who do the dizzy business of making Italian movies. And in the oleander evenings, while the Roman sky turns blue and gold, the "wasps" (motor scooters) snarl through the Via Veneto, and oldtimers sip their...