Piazza Barberini

for Paola and Anna Rita

When a friend you haven’t seen in years is in town and wants to meet you at Piazza Barberini, you say “Of course!”

It was a cold but sunny day and I took Bus 63 that went directly to the piazza. In my anxiety to arrive on time, I got there 30 minutes “in anticipo”. But that was great as there were things in the neighborhood I needed to see.

photo of the Triton Fountain in Rome

The focal point of Piazza Barberini is the Triton Fountain aka Fontana del Tritone. Commissioned by Pope Urban VII, the fountain was designed by Bernini.

In the center of the fountain is a statue of Triton, a minor sea god. He is presented as a merman kneeling on a huge shell. The Triton’s head is thrown back so he can drink water from a conch and then spit it out creating squirts of water shooting towards the sky.

detail foto of Triton Fountain showing bees

The Triton and his shell are sustained by four dolphins’ tails. Created in travertine around 1642, the statue includes the classic heraldic three bees of the Barberini family. All over Rome, these bees can be seen indicating just how powerful the Barberini family was.

Pope Urban, who commissioned the fountain, was from the Barberini family, Rome’s nobility that gained much power in the 17th century. The Barberini, originally from Tuscany, were patrons of the arts and commissioned much to ensure that their presence was felt. They understood the importance of cultural hegemony.

A photo of the Fontana dei Tritone at Piazza Barberini in the 1800s

A photo of the Fontana dei Tritone at Piazza Barberini in the 1800s —source

Hans Christian Andersen lived right around the corner from the fountain (at via Sistina 104). Andersen was from Sweden where folklore was full of mermen, dangerous creatures that abducted women and forced them into marriage. Andersen walked passed this kneeling merman daily. He was very intrigued by it and, once back in Sweden, wrote “The Little Mermaid” (1837), a story about a mermaid princess who sacrificed her voice and legs for love.

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Piazza Barberini looking towards via Tritone
Piazza Barberini looking towards via Tritone

A rear view of the fountain that faces via Tritoni, an important street in the center of Rome that connects via del Corso to Piazza Barberini. Past the piazza, the street seems to morph into via Barberini whereas via Sistina past the piazza is via delle Quattro Fontane. At no. 13 is Palazzo Barberini.

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Sampietrini is the name given for Rome’s cobblestone pavements. Here they completely cover the piazza.


Margaret Fuller (1810-1850) was the first American female war correspondent. She was sent to Italy to report on the progress of the unification of Italy. Before Europe, Margaret was heavily involved with the American transcendentalism movement.

While in Italy, Margaret, as a journalist, moved around a lot. But for awhile she was based in Rome. One address for her was Piazza Barberini 2.

view of Piazza Barberini 2

Piazza Barberini 2

In this photo, the commemorative plaque for Margaret Fuller is easier to see. Margaret collaborated with Cristina di Belgioso, a woman active in the move towards the Risorgimento, the unification of Italy. Margaret was also friends with Florence Nightingale who, at the age of 28, was in Rome accompanying Mr and Mrs Bracebridge.

photo with commemorative plaque for Margret Fuller

Years later, in 1871, Louisa May Alcott and her sister, May, lived in this same building. In “Little Women”, Louisa writes “Rome took all the vanity out of me, for after seeing the sonders there, I felt too insignificant to live, and gave up all my foolish hopes and despair.”

No doubt the young men entering the building (probably going to a RB&B) have no idea as to its history. It was here that Alcott wrote “Little Men”.

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The red arrow indicates Margaret Fuller’s building. And, turning right on the corner, you immediately find yourself on via Sistina, once called via Felice (Happy Street). Via Sistina, tahat goes from the Spanish Steps to Piazza Baberini, was a popular street and many foreign artists and writers lived there.

Galleria Obelisco, via Sistina 146

Luigi Rossini, via Sistina 138

Nikola Gogol, via Sistina 126

Hans Christian Andersen, via Sistina 104

Franz Liszt, via Sistina 113

Amelia Curran, via Sistina 64

Bertel Thorvalsen, via Sistina 48

foto of a small grocery store

This is via Sistina 146 where the gallery L’Obelisco once existed. It’s difficult for me to understand how such an important gallery has been so easily forgotten. At least a commemorative plaque could be placed on the building.

photo of entrace to a small grocery store

This is how the space that was home to L’Obelisco gallery looks today with its Andy Warhol vibe. However, L’Obelisco, established in 1946 was an important trendsetter for modern art and for promoting contemporary artistic activity. It helped in the much needed modernization of Italy after the war.

facade of L'Obelisco

The above photo of the gallery facade was taken in the mid40s or 50s and is in the collection of GNAM. Source: Irene Brin, Gaspero del Corso e la Galleria L’Obelisco, Drago, Roma 2018, pp. 204 – 2015 found HERE.

The quantity and quality of artists who exhibited at L’Obelisco is astounding. Giuseppe Capogrossi, Alberto Burri, Giorgio de Chirico, Afro, Salvador Dalí, Wassily Kandinski, René Magritte, Alexander Calder,  Mario Sironi, Giacomo Balla, and Gino Severini are just some of the artists who exhibited at the Obelisco during its beginning years.

Furthermore, owner Irene Brin was good friends with Palma Bucarelli, directore of GNAM for 30 years. Bucarelli aquired various paintings from L’Obelisco for the Galleria Nazional di Arte Moderna.

foto of Alexander Calder going into the Galleria L'Obelisco with Gaspare del Corso

Above is a photo of the artist Alexander Calder in 1956 at L’Obelisco where he had a personal exhibition. (foto via Instituto Luce)

Rome is like a giant Matryoshka doll with one discovery hidden inside another.

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At via Sistina 138, there is a commemorative plaque for Luigi Rossini (1790-1857), an architect known for his etchings of ancient Roman architecture. He began his antiquities series in 1819.

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Above is the plaque commemorating Luigi Rossini .

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Luigi Rossini’s etching of the Tritone Fountain dated 1848. Foto from Wikipedia


photo of Chiesa Sant’Ildefonso e Tommaso da Villanova, via Sistina 11, Rome

Chiesa Sant’Ildefonso e Tommaso da Villanova, via Sistina 11. More Baroque. The church was constructed in the 1600s under the supervision of the Order of Augustinian Recollects, the mendicant friars. What’s incredible for me, having grown up surrounded by the Mexican culture, was that the oldest image of the Virgin of Guadalupe arrived in Rome some 350 years ago. It was painted in 1667 in Mexico by Juan de Murcia.

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The street leads to Santa Maria della Concezione dei Cappuccini church and its Capuchin Crypt at via Veneto 27.

When, in the 1600s, the friars had to move from their old monastery, they brought along the remains of their deceased friars as well. Three hundred cartloads of bones were then arranged on the walls in a decorative fashion.

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Bones arranged in a decorative fashion at the crypta. Image via Wiki

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This is the interior of Hotel Bernini where we had coffee. The hotel faces Piazza Barberini and their coffee shop is a nice change from the sidewalk cafes full of tourists. The decor is great but the cappucino is not.

Nietzche, Paul Rée, and Lou Andres-Salomè began an “intellectual” ménage à trois. But, after the initial thrill, Nietzche wanted Lou all for himself and proposed marriage. She said No Way. Crushed, Nietzche locked himself in his room facing Piazza Barberini. Here, with a full view of Bernini’s fountain, Nietzsche began writing “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”. via Freud’s Cat

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Related:

Mermans and Mermaids + Brio and Bon Ton

Sampietrini The Story of Rome’s Famous Cobblestone Roads + Via del Tritone, Rome +

What Hans Christian Andersen Saw in Rome in 1834 + Tracing the footsteps of Rome’s foreign writers and artists + photo via Sistina 1945 +

Roman Plaques “Roman emperors and popes had a fancy for celebrating their achievements by placing lengthy inscriptions on the monuments of Rome. The longest one was dictated by Emperor Augustus to detail with the preciseness of an accountant his many achievements.
The Italian government which took control of Rome in 1870 introduced the first plaques; they were placed on the walls of buildings where eminent citizens were born or had lived.” +

L’ Obelisco, anni 40 + Irene Brin’s garden + Storia della Galleria Obelisco (1946 – 1981) with catalogues ‘+

Palazzo Barberini +

This is the oldest image of the Virgin of Guadalupe kept in the Vatican + Museo Crypta dei Cappuccini +

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Pietro Citati & Cristina Campo

The summer of 1993, I was in Venice for the Biennale. For the train ride back to Tuscany, I’d been given a first-class ticket and eagerly went to my compartment. There was still some time before departure so I sat and looked out the window. On the platform in front of me, I recognized Pietro Citati (1930-2022), a writer best known for his biographies and literary criticism. He’d also written a short memoir on his friendship of 30 years with Italo Calvino

drawing of a woman sitting on a train looking out the window seeing two people

I was rather surprised when Citati entered my compartment. He politely said “Buongiorno” before heading towards the window seat. Once there, he pulled out a notebook and started writing non-stop.

No one else was in the compartment so discreetly observing him was a problem. But he didn’t even notice me (or so I thought) as he was fully immersed in his writing. Every so often he would look up and stare into space. Then, ZAP! The muse was back and he’d quickly start writing again. Meanwhile, I pretended to read as I simultaneously pretended not to look at him. But it was a long ride and thus difficult to ignore one another.

Maybe I was the one who tried initiating a conversation with some comment like how intriguing it was to watch him write with such intensity. Citati’s response was that he’d been afraid of stepping on my feet when passing in front of me to get to his seat.

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Citati talked but with a strong sense of reserve (he was Florentine). However, he did reveal, without ever saying his name, that he lived at Roccamare, was a writer, wrote every morning and walked every afternoon (or was it the other way around?). The area where he lived was near the sea and full of umbrella pines.

When we arrived at the destination, we politely said goodbye and then went our own ways.

book cover showing the profiles of Elsa de- Giorgi and Italo Calvino

Recently I read Elsa de’ Giorgi’s “Ho visto partire il tuo treno” (“I saw your train leave”). Elsa and Italo Calvino were lovers for a while and had many friends in common. Elsa mentions Citati various times. She describes him as having “occhi limpidi pieni di pensiero” (“clear eyes full of thought”).

Elsa, a writer herself, enjoyed organizing encounters at her home. She speaks of the time when Carlo Emilo Gadda came to stay in Rome. Gadda was a well-respected writer from Milano and the writers in Rome were behaving like groupies. Elsa says Citati encouraged her to take good care of Gadda and to make sure his needs were met.

Gadda and Citati became very good friends and for years corresponded. Gadda’s letters to Citati (1957-1969) were published as “Un gomitolo di concause” (“a tangle of contributing causes”). It must have been a very special relationship as, a few days before dying, Gadda asked Citati to read the 8th chapter of “Promessi sposi” to him. Bittersweet.

Elsa’s description of Citati provoked my curiosity. I found my copy of Citati’s “Ritratti di donne” (portraits of women)(1992) and leafed through it until I landed on the poetessa Cristina Campo (1923-1977).

drawing of the Portinari Madonna with baby Jesus, angels, and animals

Citati immediately complains about the woman on the bookcover of Cristina’s “Gli imperdonabili” having nothing to do with Cristina who was more like Hugo van der Goes “The Portinari Triptych” at the Uffizi. Mary is in the center of the triptych dressed in black with long hair floating on her shoulders. She’s kneeling in front of God with her hands folded. Citati also likens Cristina’s face to that of a 13th Cen Tuscan statue (you’d think he’d had a crush on her). Cristina, continues Citati, always emanated a sharp icy Florentine air, illuminated by a perpetually white light.

drawing of a room with an armshair, a desk, and an open window exposing the cypress trees outside

It’s easy to see that Citati was taken with Cristina’s physical presence and the aura she created. She was ephemeral and elusive, intriguing qualities for a man. Citati describes being invited to the room where she was staying in Rome and how Cristina took care to show Citati her elegant furniture, the small worktable, and an 1800s armchair. Everything about the room suggested cleanliness, precision, and asceticism. Cristina asked Citati if her room didn’t remind him of Emily, presumably Bronte.

To better understand Cristina and her poetry, it’s important to know that she was born with a heart defect that made demands on her daily life. Her fragile health kept her from attending a regular school. She studied alone and in isolation. Cristina used her solitude to translate authors like Katherine Mansfield, Virgina Woolf, Hugo von Hofmannsthal, and Simone Weil. Translating von Hofmannsthal and Weil had a profound effect on Cristina’s psyche and spiritual evolution.

drawing of trees outside a window

Cristina’s real name was Vittoria Maria Guerrini. Her father, Guido, despite his love of music, was a committed fascist who used politics for social and economic mobility. When Mussolini fell, so did he. When German officers took over the convent in Fiesole where Cristina was living with her family, Guido, instead of being irritated by their presence, enjoyed having long conversations with them. Meaanwhile, Cristina worked for the Germans as a translator.

In 1944, British troops liberated Florence. Guido was arrested as a fascist and sent to a prison camp. But once freed, he easily rebuilt his career.

Cristina, a devout Catholic, never hid her fascist connection. Nor did she hide her fear of democracy. Maybe because there’s no such thing as democracy in religion.

drawing of a woman holding a cross surrounded by gollums

In 1955, Cristina moved to Rome, a transition that had a tremendous effect on both her literary and spiritual evolution. For one, she began publishing her poetry and writing scripts for the RAI, Italy’s national radio and TV. And it was in Rome that she met Elèmire Zolla (1926-2002), writer, philosopher, and connoisseur of esoteric doctrines. Zolla’s marriage to the poetessa Mary Luisa Spaziani had recently ended.

Zolla introduced Cristina to mystical thought and esoteric doctrines. He also introduced her to Eastern religions including Zen and Hinduism. He took advantage of Cristina’s enthusiasm for the spiritual to help him write “I mistici dell’ Occidente” (the mystics of the west). And although Zolla was not a card-carrying fascist, his ideas easily aligned with far right and neo-Nazi philosophy. Julius Evola, a right wing intellectual and founder of esoteric fascism, was one of Zolla’s close friends.

drawing of a bookcover with a woman coming out from behind jagged pile of stone

Inside Cristina is an obsession. She burns her religion of form as if on a sacrificial pyre, says Citati. And she uses poetry to express this obsession.

I like the idea of poetry more than poetry itself. Their hermetically sealed meanings alienate me. How can you appreciate something you don’t understand. But let’s take a look at Cristina’s poem “Passo d’Addio” (Farewell Stop):

“neve era sospesa tra la

Notte e le strade

Come il destino tra la mano e il fiore.”

that roughly translated as:

“the snow hung between

The night and the streets

Like a destiny between the

Hand and the flower.”

To read the entire poem (in Italian), go HERE.

two people sitting with a cat covered by snow

Some scholars have interpreted the poem as being about a soul choosing to leave the limitations of worldly experience and human attachment to embark on a solitary and difficult path toward union with the divine. Cristina’s fragile health undoubtably influenced how she perceived life as something ephemeral. And if she was going to die early, she had to prepare her soul for departure.

Cristina hated the Vatican’s liberal reforms and was an activist for the reintroduction of the Latin liturgy. In post-war Florence, she enjoyed publicly praising Mussolini to passersby. Cristina was not at all progressive and detested anything that was modern. She considered the world an ugly place and thus had to look for meaning elsewhere. Such as in fairy tales and religion. Cristina, tormented by existential question, was restless within. And this often makes her sound too self-righteous and condescending.

Cristina could write about historic literature such as Shakespeare and Doctor Zhivago. But she also enjoyed writing about flying carpets and the religious practice of eating God to achieve communion (theophagy).

drawing of St. Anselmo's church on tree lined street

Cristina’s precarious health had simultaneously frightened and conditioned her. She’d chosen to live with her parents to feel more secure. But after the death of her parents, Cristina was so overwhelmed that she left the family home and moved into an apartment nest to the Benedictine Abbey of Sant’ Anselmo in Rome. She lived there until a heart attack ended her life. She was only 53.

Zolla also lived in the same apartment building as Cristina (#3 via Sant’ Anselmo near the Piazza Dei Cavalieri di Malta). In 1970, Zolla wrote the preface to the Italian edition of “The Lord of the Rings”. He portrayed Tolkien as a critic of modern chaos who used fantasy to arrive at the sacred. Zolla’s introduction to Lord was written in such a way that the neo-fascists easily identified with it. Even today, many right-wing politicians are Lord of the Rings fans. Even Italy’s prime minister is a devotee of Middle Earth and interweaves that fantasy in with Italian reality.

drawing of a man wearing a suit sitting at a table huggling a vase of flowers

Tolkien was not at all pleased with his book being used as some kind of Nazi bible. Some claimed that the problem was, in part, the way the book was translated. But probably what was most alluring about Tolkien’s book was that it emphasized traditionalism, a quality very important for the right as it was for Cristina Campo.

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Related:

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Pietro Citati Wikipedia + Citati: “Lessi i Promessi Sposi a Gadda sul suo letto di morte” +

‘The Unforgivable’ and Other Writings by Cristina Campo + Two Faces of Catholic Traditionalism + Cristina Campo e le infinite corrispondenze + Cristina Campo ed Elémire Zolla: mistica e spiritualità nella svolta religiosa dei primi anni Sessanta via cristinacampo.it + Cristina Campo by Jaspreet Singh Boparai + The intransigence of grace. In memory of Cristina Campo, one hundred years after her birth +

Zolla: How The Lord of the Rings became a symbol for Italy’s far-right + Italian Anthroposophists and the Fascist Racial Laws + Prefazione di Elémire Zolla a Il Signore degli Anelli di J.R.R. Tolkien + Elémire Zolla, avversari metafisici nell’orbita del Kitsch +

Mario Luzi e Cristina Campo +

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Mary Cane-Honeysett (1928-2016)

screen shot of Mary Cane Honeysett from youtube

Mary’s Last Masterpiece” is a tender documentary about Mary Cane-Honeysett (1936-2016), a self taught visual artist. At the time of the filming, Mary was 74 and living in Fulham, London, in the same house where she’d lived all her life. Despite her age, Mary had a goal: to participate in the Royal Academy’s summer exhibition. It’s an ideal that gave her life a direction.

colored drawing of a woman painting a canvas

Despite her annual entries, Mary’s paintings were never accepted by the Academy. When her son, Tony, wanted to make a documentary about her, Mary protested saying she didn’t have anything interesting to say and that her house was more interesting than she was. So Tony said, “Well then we’ll make the video about the house” and thus tricked his mom into believing that the film would be about the house.

colored drawing of a woman on her door steps next to a wound wrought iron railing

Mary’s house in Fulham was her anchor. After raising her kids and losing her husband, Mary focused on creating that one yearly painting to submit to the Academy. Her paintings were about Fulham and her neighborhood. She documented shops and buildings that were gradually disappearing to make room for the big and the new.

drawing of a woman sitting on a bus looking out the window

Mary’s efforts to create the painting that would get her into the exhibition are truly inspiring. Despite her age and the difficulties in getting around, she would take her finished paintings all wrapped in butcher paper on a tour of London using public transport just to have them mesured for the right kind of frame. Once the frame was selected, Mary would have it cut then take the wood home to make the frame herself. This meant hauling the wood for the frame as well as the painting itself back home again still using public transport.

colored drawing of an elderly woman carrying a wrapped painting

The year the video was made, Mary didn’t make it into the exhibition and, still using public transportation, had to go retrieve her rejected painting. Nevertheless, although rejected over and over again, Mary stayed true to herself and kept painting and kept entering the Academy competition every year.

Then Mary had a stroke and everything changed. She struggled to paint and when her hands started to tremble too much to keep a brush steady, she gave up trying.

drawing of  two thieves and an elderly woman pushing a pastry cart

But Mary was animated from within. As a young girl, she’d dreamed of being an actress. And, at the age of 81, Mary made her acting debut in “Edna Cloud”, a story about a fictional artist, Edna Cloud, who has robbers break into her house. The video was filmed by one son with the other son (as well as the grandson) participating as an actor. “Edna Cloud” is short, sweet, and amusing. It’s also an indication of how much her sons loved her.  And there’s no art exhibit that can surpass that kind of honor.

Mary’s story is just one more example of how ideals give you a direction.

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I prefer to paint, she said.

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Related: ART OF MARY CANE-HONEYSETT, PAINTINGS OF FULHAM + SURPRISING EDNA – My Mum’s Dream Was To Be An Actress. So I Put Her In A Film +

Mary’s Last Masterpiece +

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Tribunal of Souls

Photograph taken in Rome near Piazza della Repubblica

Feltrinelli’s book store, towards Piazza della Repubblica, Roma

When we go to Feltrinelli’s at Piazza della Repubblica, I immediately head for the English language section. That’s where I discovered Donato Carrisi’s “The Lost Girls of Rome” (2011), the English translation of Carrisi’s “Il Tribunale delle Anime”. Carrisi became well known for his international best selling thriller, “The Whisperer” (“Il Suggeritore”).

“The Lost Girls of Rome” is a murder mystery with many stories within stories. Such as that of Sandra, a forensic photographer with Rome’s police department. She is in mourning as her husband died a few months earlier in mysterious circumstances and now she wants some answers. Sandra wants to know the truth and the truth is in Rome.

It’s an interesting read with a good enough pace. And it even taught me a few things:

colored drawing of two dogs and a rainbow

1. Dogs are colorblind so they can’t see rainbows.

2. There’s a difference between the footprints of someone walking with those of someone running. If a footprint is deeper at the toes, the person was running.

3. In insane asylums, patients’ heads are shaved to avoid getting fleas.

colored drawing of a woman in a confessional confessing to a priest

4.The penitenzieri are members of a secret sect that initiated in the 12th cen.  They are profiler priests who data mine confessional texts and then place them in a secret archive of evil. These priests then morph from priest profiler to priest detective. Once the solution to a crime is discovered, these priests find a way to communicate the information anonymously to the authorities.

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5. “The Tribunal of Souls” refers to the Museum of the Souls of Purgatory inside the Church of the Sacred Heart of Suffrage facing the Tiber. In 1807, a fire destroyed part of the church. The priest, Victor Jouet, noticed an image of a face on the wall behind the altar created by the flames. Intrigued, Jouet decided that the image had been created by the soul of a man on his way to purgatory. He was convinced to the point of searching for other images he believed had been made by souls begging to have someone pray for them and minimize their time with the flames. Jouet was able to collect various scorched images he believed had been made by the dead wanting to go to heaven. They are on permanent display inside the church.

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 Bernini's elephant at Piazza Minerva with Benedictine monks

6. Not far from the Pantheon is the church of Santa Maria sopra Minerva. “Sopra Minerva” translates as “above Minerva” because, in 1280, the church was built on top of an ancient temple dedicate to the goddess Minerva.

In front of the church is a statue of an elephant with an obelisk on its back. The obelisk was found in the gardens of the Dominican convent close by. It was originally brought to Rome by Emperor Diocletian to decorate Minera’s temple. The Pope wanted to put the obelisk upright and asked Bernini to find a solution. Bernini put the obelisk on an elephant’s back. He had deliberately positioned the elephant with its back turned to the nearby Dominican monastery in a mocking reference to the friar’s obtrusiveness.

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7. The Syndrome of Fregoli or Fregoli Delusion is a rare neurological disorder in which a person mistakenly believes that different people are really just one single person who is able to radically change his appearance. It is a problem of misidentification.

The syndrome was named after Leopoldo Fregoli (1867-1936) was an Italian Quick-Change artist. He had the amazing capacity to totally change his appearance and in a very short time. Fregoli was so talented that when, in 1898 while performing in Rome, Eleonora Duse who was in the audience yelled out “bravo Fregoli” and subsequently expressed the desire to meet him. Or at least that‘s what Fregoli writes in his autobiography.

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Related: THE LOST GIRLS OF ROME review +  Of Obelisks and Pachyderms: Bernini’s Elephant in Piazza della Minerva + Museo delle anime del Purgatorio + Museum of the Holy Souls in Purgatory, a collection of objects supposedly singed by the hands of souls in purgatory + Apostolic Penitentiary +

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