Wander through our land, they sometimes have the appearance of a journey through a devastated world. And I do not just abuses of construction that deserve much more space and treated in sociology sauce Vesuvius. I refer instead to many of those ancient relics that still resist in our urban landscapes. The profiles of our host city in fact, incorporated in mo 'amoeba, old houses, old farmhouses, noble aristocratic homes, merged into the fabric of the city. Modified and adapted to the needs of the new owners do not always noble, they lose that contact with a past that served as a warning and a reminder of what we were.
last Saturday while walking along the foot of my Vulcan, absorbed in thought and talk impromptu reach the area of \u200b\u200bthe observatory, I decide to enter in the company of a friend, through the gate opened the Hotel Hermitage. In truth that always interested m'aveva structure, stands this tall, austere and simple in Colle Umberto, the lava dome that protects the Vesuvius Observatory and the nearby chapel of the Saviour, an ancient votive offerings of the plague victims.
The Hermitage can see it from my house down there, on the border with San Giorgio. A stronghold of yellow that glows in the sunset, a monument to past glory and misery of contemporary art. The hotel was built in 1902 by John Mason Cook, bold English entrepreneur who created and carried the railway line mixed conjoined Naples to Vesuvius. Prior to that, and perhaps this is the name, there was an inn adjoining the church, where a questionable hermit cooked omelettes and Lacryma Christi offered to tourists in the Grand Tour
Today, through that gate rusted the idea of \u200b\u200bgetting one of those houses of horror film where you expect to find anyone, even with bad intentions and agree with the hand. In fact, going to those places bare, filthy and dirty from an incomprehensible vandalism, there are a large number of candles to the cemetery, which would make you immediately think of those satanic rituals that much like the television and who do not know how to occupy your time and emotions. Playing with my traveling companion imagine it appear at any moment, behind a door rough, sardonic laughter of an hallucinated Jack Nicholson Vesuvius, but the upper floors, illuminated by the sun far from horrible, but we seem to take in one of those antiquated ballrooms Cubans, from colonial memory of its former glory.
The violence of those who otherwise can not alleviate his frustrations has unfortunately done shooting with windows, has unhinged doors, burned furniture, ripped tiles but the structure still maintains the dignity of its age, which is located on a unique and fascinating. I was told that before its closure, the hotel was a meeting place for couples in love or still underground, mercenary. Yet today there stands on the hill of the Savior, Christ with his chalk to warn the malpractice strictly local.
Its last owner seems to have been a Commendatore Mario Paudice, who said Mario De Gregorio, "the king of Vesuvius", refused to sell the complex to purchasers of a stack of Berlusconi, handing down ' oblivion and boys in search of esoteric emotions, that ancient and noble building. The latest news from us back to last August, when it was announced can transform the site into "a hostel for young people and, paritempo, also home to national and international retreats."
this is certainly an asset, giving it new life and dignity in a place that certainly deserves as much but it will be really enjoyable and popular among all those converters and repeaters around him?
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