Casa del Manzoni

Alessandro Manzoni

Poet and Novelist | From Piazza San Babila to Via Manzoni | Milan in the first half of the 19th century


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Perhaps Milan was truly yours, Alessandro, on those evenings at home, in the house on Via Morone, when the children played blind man’s bluff in the big red room and Henriette – more the older sister, in a way, than the mother of your children – played the piano. There was Luigi Rossari, your companion on long daily walks through the streets of the city; there was Giulia, your mother, daughter of that Cesare Beccaria who taught Europe the principles of criminal justice; there was Giovanni Torti, “prince of Java,” a lazy poet, whom you had chosen as a tutor for your daughters Cristina and Sofia. There was Tommaso Grossi, a close friend who lived next door to your study…