Palio Time In Siena
An elaborate, biannual celebration of Sienese culture, dating back to The Middle Ages
by Charles N. Barnard
Twice each year, always on July 2 and August 16, the beautiful old Italian city of Siena acts out the
fantasies of its medieval past and the passions of its macho present in an event that can only charitably be
called a horse race. The Palio!
Ten knobby, undistinguished nags clatter, lurch, fall and scramble around the irregular perimeter of the
town square — the piazza — while 30,000 spectators surrender all reason in an orgy of hysteria.
Make no mistake: beneath its colorful exterior, Palio is neither a sporting event nor even an elaborately
staged touristic festival. It is a dead-serious reenactment of Sienese traditions which go back to the Middle
Ages, an amalgam of religion and superstition, a piece of adult theatrics in which all the old Machiavellian
arts of diplomacy, alliances, bribery and betrayal are revived. Palio is a lesson in the spiritual origins of
Long before the heart-pounding hour when Piazza del Campo becomes a great, packed theater-in-the-round,
before throats have become hoarse and eyes red with the tears of emotion, long before this final act in the
last golden light of a summer day, the people of Siena have been actors in, and the playwrights of, their own
Understand: the city is divided into 17 contrade, which are social, political and religious societies,
quasi-sovereign states-within-the-state. Each is ruled by its own capo, has its own church and priest, its
own headquarters and museum, its own preserved relics of the centuries. Contrade make their own laws,
assess taxes, guard their own security — and engage in an endless and conspiratorial process of forming
alliances — or promoting enmity — among their neighbors. The closest thing to friendship between contrade
is an alliance with the enemy of your enemy. This is not make-believe; it is, even today, all too real.
Contrade were once the military companies assigned to the defense of various districts of Siena when it
was one of the most powerful city states in what was to become Italy. Once there were 59 of these warrior
clubs. They competed ceaselessly in bloody games: "pugna," free-for-all street fighting (eventually
abolished for the massacres it provoked); "mazzascudo," jousting with mace and shield; "Giogiani," battles
with blunt weapons; "Cesterelli," a general brawl fought while wearing wicker helmets.
Later, these gladiatorial games were replaced by animal goadings and races staged with various creatures,
such as buffalo. Eventually came horses — and what is now called the Palio.
It is a curious truth that even in today's democratic, Catholic Italy, the medieval traditions of the contrade
are preserved not only in symbolism but in fact. That is the mainspring of passion that drives the Palio into
the 21st Century.
Preparations for each race last three days. The piazza is fitted with grandstands and protective barriers; a
dirt track is laid down. A blindfolded child (who else could be trusted?) selects the names of ten contrade
to compete. (The remaining seven must wait until the second race of the summer to run.) Another child
picks the names of ten nondescript local horses, one for each contrade. (If a horse dies between the day of
selection and the race, its hooves are cut off and borne on a silver platter in the pre-race parade. Members of
its contrade will wear mourning.)
Six rehearsal races are held. During this time of trial, the captains of each contrade negotiate for the
services of professional Sicilian jockeys and enter into secret arrangements with other contrade — in effect,
to fix the race. These efforts are financed from war chests of millions of lira raised from taxation within the
On race day, Siena dresses itself in flags and banners, masses are celebrated, and each of the contesting
horses is led into the church of its contrade to be blessed. (Defecation before the altar is regarded as a
supremely good omen; the manure will be left untouched until after the contest.)
A great procession precedes the race; flags are tossed and drums echo through the narrow streets. The
"palio" itself, a banner bearing the image of the Virgin, is paraded. Brilliant silks and velvets and gleaming
armor illuminate the day.
The race? Oh, yes . . .it is three laps of the piazza and lasts a minute
or two. To fulfill all the bribes they have taken, the jockeys whip each
other furiously and try to drive their rivals off the track.
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