Delectations

Oktoberfest, Mit Chaser

Ferrara. Savonarola, a Ferrara boy whom the volatile Florentines apotheosized in a bonfire, gestures in marble across his home town’s Corso Martiri della Libertà at, more or less, the Credito Italiano, two newsstands, a Bata shoe store, and a sweet shop, not to mention several thousand Fiats and Vespas per hour. Black letters on the pedestal affirm that he was the Flagel- lator (in tempi corroti e servili) of Vice and of Tyranny, which are things to be against.