On the morning of the first Palio day, 13th August, the "tratta" takes place. This is the "trial" of the horses that might take part in the final horse race. This morning 32 horses were tried in four races with 8 horses in each race. The aim of the judges is to choose 10 horses that are evenly matched and which have the strength and temperament to withstand the race itself.
The trials take place round the same circuit as the Palio itself - a sand track laid around the main square in Siena, the Campo.
There were quite a lot of people in the Campo this morning, though nothing compared with the race itself when there won't be a free square inch of standing room. Although it was early, the sun was hot. You can probably see people standing in the long shade of the Torre del Mangia, the tall bell tower off to the left. The fine building just visible in the shade on the left is the Palazzo Pubblico, the town hall, and you can see the black and white stripes of the campanile of the cathedral in the background.
The crowd is very partisan. The people from each contrada sit together in the stands and almost everyone wears the scarf of their contrada. These girls are she-wolves, Lupa.
And these men are seashells, Nicchio.
In typical Italian fashion, there was quite a performance before the races started. First the carabinbieri cleared the crowd off the horse track.
Then the sweepers removed all the empty water bottles and cigarette packets.
Then the officials walked round the track, perhaps to check that everything was in order, or perhaps to be seen. I don't know who was Mr Big, but he has a good tan.
Finally the canon sounded and the first batch of horses came out on track. You can just see them circling near the start line on the opposite side of the square from where we were standing.
After a couple of false starts (the real race has innumerable false starts!), they were off.
In between each race, the sand is raked and rolled back into place.
The crowds in the stands are young men, just like football crowds.
These men were watching a couple of jockeys come unstuck on the sharp corner. The riderless horses carry on racing. In the real race on Friday, it's the horse that wins, whether or not he has a rider.
First you see number 16 with its rider, then after going round the notorious corner alongside a loose horse, without its rider...
The wise jockeys give the riderless horses a wide berth!
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ReplyDeleteAn excellent pictorial and factual account of a thrilling spectacle! Your best blog yet, thank you!!
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