Maybe you have heard that the MTV reality show, Jersey Shore, has come to Florence…and maybe not. Hopefully this show with its pathetic cast of characters who claim to be Italian (and do have some Italian heritage) is not on your viewing list. This show embarrasses not only the American population, but now, drawing off their Italian heritage they have managed to insult and humiliate yet another entire population.
If you haven’t watched the show, good for you. If you have, shame on you. Now this drunken bunch of 20 something’s has come to Florence. Florence has a wonderful mayor, Matteo Renzi who has done a lot for the city and has carefully groomed the grounds, planned repairs for the monuments, planned cultural activities galore, and brought a renewed liveliness and respect to Florence. Imagine his chagrin, at being the host city for this bunch.
Rising to the occasion of welcoming them, but setting some boundaries, he established some rules for their conduct here. The rules, listed in the Italian newspaper Corriere Della Sera, are:
– The cast will not be filmed in bars and clubs that serve alcohol.
– The cast will not be filmed drinking in public.
– The show will not be filmed to promote Florence as a drinking town.
– The show should be filmed in a manner to promote Italy (not Americans visiting Italy) and feature its culture and good food.
In addition to these strict guidelines, Renzi has banned the show from filming in the city’s historic buildings, but admitted that he “could not ban them from using the city (Florence) as a set.”
Read more: http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/tv/florence_mayor_gives_shore_cast_RIfAAf6nm2kl9eJoQo7oeL#ixzz1MW4jzFNl
Drinking in public is legal in Florence, but for the most part, aside from American students with the first taste of this type of freedom, it is not abused. While wine and alcohol are a part of every meal and social gathering it is not the principal part of any of those. I am so proud of my new city and country.
I have had the occasion to see the cast of Jersey Shore in Florence, one night at one of my favorite restaurants, while dining with a friend, they arrived. They ate with the camera crews filming and some American “groupies” hanging around to get a glimpse of “the situation” or Snooki. They were well behaved at this time, but I did see internet photos of them climbing over “my bridge” Ponte Santa Trinita, where I sit every day and take in the sunsets. Fortunately, I did not have to witness that in person.