455 Piazza Verdi
The places of the literary tale by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa: Quattro Canti di Campagna and Porta Maqueda
Four Country Songs (Piazza Marchese di Regalmici)
At the crossroads between via Mariano Stabile and Ruggero Settimo. The square was called the "Four songs of the countryside", to distinguish it from Piazza Vigliena, also known as the "Four songs of the city" or simply "Four songs". The current name is linked to the Marquis of Regalmici who supported its construction.
At the time of the story of the Leopard, the streets Mariano Stabile and Ruggero Settimo were in the open countryside and met in a small square, set up with stone benches available to travelers who wanted to rest before continuing their journey.
The door was on the opposite side from the Vicari Gate in the homonymous street, it was built in 1600. It was demolished and then rebuilt in 1766. In 1780, with the extension of Via Maqueda it was again demolished and rebuilt. It was finally demolished in 1877 for the construction of the Teatro Massimo and the surrounding square.
The sites are part of the places of the literary story of Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa included in the Register of the Region of Sicily LIM (The Places of the literary, cinematographic, television story)
This is the list of places entered in the LIM register:
- Villa Salina
- Villa Tomasi in San Lorenzo Colli,
- Villa Airoldi,
- Ranchibile Villa,
- C / da Terrerosse
- Villa Trabia
- Gardens of Villafranca
- Porta Maqueda
- Quattro Canti di Campagna (Piazza Marchese di Regalmici),
- Professed House,
- la Cala,
- Portico of S. Maria della Catena Church,
- Ponteleone / Monteleone Palace,
- Via Valverde,
- Apses of San Domenico Church,
- Descent of the Nannies,
- Via Salina,
- Trinacria hotels
- Bisacquino (province of Palermo);
- Rampinzeri Farm (Santa Ninfa-province of Trapani);
- Forra della Dragonara (province of Agrigento);
- Misilbesi junction (province of Agrigento);
- Santa Margherita del Belice-prov. Agrigento:
- Church of Our Lady of Grace,
- Palazzo Salina / Filangeri-Cutò,
- "Zzu Minicu" tavern
- Monastery of Santo Spirito (Palma di Montechiaro-prov. Agrigento)
At the entrance to the suburbs of the city, a villa Airoldi, a patrol stopped the car. Voices from Puglia, Neapolitan voices ordered the "halt," immeasurable bayonets flashed under the nscillating light of a lantern; but a non-commissioned officer soon recognized Don Fabrizio who was standing with the top hat on his lap. "Sorry, Excellency, come by." On the contrary, he made a soldier get on the box so that he would not be disturbed by the other checkpoints. The weighted coupe went slower, circled Villa Ranchibile, passed Terrerosse and the gardens of Villafranca, entered the city through Porta Maqueda. At Caffè Romeres ai Four Canti di Campagna the officers of the guard departments joked and sipped enormous slushes. But it was the only sign of life in the city: the streets were deserted, resonating only with the cadenced pace of the patrols as they passed with the white bandoliers crossed over their chests. On the sides the basso continuo of the convents, the Badia del Monte, the Stigmata, the Crociferi, the Teatini, pachydermic, pitch black, immersed in a sleep that resembled nothing.
“In two hours I will come back to pick you up, Father. Good prayers. " And poor Pirrone knocked confusedly on the door of the convent, while the coupe was moving away through the alleys. Leaving the carriage at the palace, the Prince walked to where he was determined to go. The road was short, but the neighborhood was notorious. Soldiers in full gear, so that it was immediately clear that they had sneaked away from the bivouacs in the squares, they came out with frosted eyes from the low houses on whose delicate balconies a basil plant explained the ease with which
they had entered. Sinister young men in baggy trousers quarreled in the low tones of angry Sicilians. From afar came the sound of firing shots from nervous sentries. After this district the road skirted the Cala: in the old fishing port the semi-sacrificial boats swayed, with the desolate look of mangy dogs.
He was so gloomy that the Princess sitting next to him held out her childish hand and caressed the powerful paw that rested on the tablecloth. An improvised gesture that triggered a series of sensations: irritation to be mourned, aroused sensuality but no longer directed towards those who had awakened her. In a flash the image of Mariannina appears to the Prince with her head buried in the pillow. He raised his voice sharply: "Dominic" he said to a servant "go tell Don Antonino to attack the bays at the coupe; I go down to Palermo immediately after dinner. " Looking at his wife's eyes, which had become glassy, he regretted what he had ordered, but since it was unthinkable the withdrawal of a provision already given, he insisted, indeed combining mockery with cruelty: "Father Pirrone, come with me, we will be back at eleven; may spend two hours a Professa House with his friends."
Going to Palermo in the evening, and in those times of unrest, seemed manifestly without purpose, except for that of a low-ranking gallant adventure: then taking the clergyman of the house as a companion was an offensive arrogance. At least Father Pirrone felt it that way, and was offended by it; but, of course, he gave in.
The last medlar had just been swallowed that already could be heard u roll of the car under the entrance hall; while in the dining room a waiter handed the tuba to Don Fabrizio and the tricorn to the Jesuit, the Princess now with tears in her eyes, made a last attempt, very vain: "But, Fabrizio, these days ... with the streets full of soldiers , full of marauders ... trouble can happen. " He chuckled. “Nonsense, Stella, nonsense; what do you want to happen; everyone knows me: men tall a cane there are few in Palermo. Goodbye." And he hastily kissed the still smooth forehead that was at the fleece of his chin. However, whether the smell of the Princess's skin had recalled tender memories, or whether behind him the penitential passage of Father Pirrone had aroused pious warnings, when he reached the coupe yes he found himself on the point of canceling the trip again. At that moment, while he removes his mouth to say to return to the stable, a sudden cry "Fabrizio, Fabrizio mio!" it came from the window above, followed by very high-pitched screams. The Princess was having one of her hysterics. "Forward!" he told the coachman, who was sitting on the box with the whip diagonally across his belly. УCome on, let's go to Palermo to leave the Reverend a Professa House. " And he slammed the door before the waiter could close it.