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2014-10-17 | Acqui Terme | Lionello Archetti Maestri - | The theme that I would like to talk about today is dedicated to the expressions that up until not long ago the local Acquesi people used to describe those who attended their thermae - strangers that before the wide spreading of <<amaro e reo caffè>> came and frequented Acqui. This isn't going to be a delightful list of satisfied customers that have faded away in our memories, but I want to bring back to life famous Mr nobodies: from Niccolò III d'Este, husband of the Parisian sung by Byron, to the anonymous rascal that found himself with a paralysed arm and hand caused by a lapidation, and in eight days was entirely cured. For a few moments, ladies and cavaliers will return to life, cardinals and simple sick people, along with animals like Bonifacio Paleologo's dog or those« horses and other creatures » that were submitted to purification « in the bath destined to that ». I'll never forget humanists such as Betussi, soldiers like the Admiral greedy of salted focaccia, filled with Nutella. I'll remember with some chronological exceeding how up until the last century, there were the cocottes and the gigolò. The adventurer Celso Cesare Moreno, vizir of the sultanate of Sumatra, the melancholic and impoverished homosexual Maharaja, the spies, the solitary vacations of Alice B. Toklas, the figures of the hôtellerie such as incomparable concierge Bussi, the capable administrator Ambrogio Michetti, the far-sighted businessperson Francesco Cirio and the recklessness of the calibre of Mosè Osmo Morris. I cannot forget the doctors from Guainerio to Malacarne to the persecuted Professor Donati. The «Compagnia dei fangaroli» whose indispensable exponents before the first half of the 19th century « non diu vivunt » were due to constant jumping in the water to collect the mud. I'll reserve a moment without confining in the domination of my friend Alessandro Martini to all the architects that contributed in the course of the centuries to the shape of our ville deaux. |