This week’s Images of Italy photo features something you see everywhere here.
For me, clothes dangling from washing lines on apartment blocks is just so very Italian that it has to form part of any series of images which is trying to capture the mood and character of Italy. It is great example of colourful chaos which so epitomises Italy, especially the south of the country. Indeed, this photo was taken down in Palermo, Sicily, only last year.
That the backdrop is a dilapidated looking building with cables and pipes strewn everywhere is also very Italian.
And just to add to the general confusion, someone thought to add a red painted drainpipe. No attempt has been made to beautify the building, as is often the case the further south you venture in the Living Museum.
What is charming for visitors to Italy is often mundane to this country’s inhabitants.
Clothes Tree
Image by Pinx303.
Clothes Hanging out to dry, Palermo, Italy, November 2008
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In winter I wait weeks and weeks for the right days to hang out sheets and pillowcases and gather up the perfume of the sun. I remember when I was a little girl in Maine that my mother’s sheets and towels froze into boards on the clothesline, and then the wind freeze-dried them. They were never whiter or softer than after a gelid day.
Mind you, neither my mother nor I was hanging the clothes out in a sooty city.
Stunning photograph!!!
Fond memories, Judith! I, too, remember when my mum used to bring frozen sheets into the house! Can’t remember them being that soft though – and we lived in the middle of beyond.
As for sooty cities (nice ring to that), well, that’s what they are, only nowadays it’s not soot but smog! Not sure which is/was worse.
Best,
Alex