Zurers in Italy 2025: Sunday, May 11: Day 18: Padova
IMPORTANT CORRECTION: We forgot to note that we did the third laundry of the trip yesterday afternoon at a laundromat literally around the corner from the hotel. It was very convenient....no pictures however.
Breakfast at Hotel Majestic Toscanelli is the best of the trip....great selection, excellent cornetti and rolls, an array of fresh fruit, good coffee, and friendly people.
After breakfast, we have an appointment to visit the 14th century Jewish cemetery (one of four still existing). The cemetery is located just outside the walls; it's about a twenty minute walk from the hotel but we decide to drive. We park right across the street and wait for the guide to arrive.
There are four (apparently not Jewish) Italian-speaking people on the tour in addition to us, and the guide is not that comfortable with English. So we catch bits and pieces of his talk in Italian and try to supplement it with the simultaneous translation provided by Google translate. (It's quite hilariously inadequate but is intermittently helpful.)
The cemetery is no longer in use but the experience of walking around the old gravestones is very evocative and moving. The graves are set in a grove of trees which contributes to the peacefulness.
As we walk through the graves, the guide explains about how Judaism deals with death and mourning and gives some information about the inscriptions and the iconography on the tablets. Often families would have coats of arms carved on the tombstones. The Conegliano family uses a squirrel in their coat of arms to identify their graves. For some reason, snakes are connected to pharmacists so the gravestone of a pharmacist may have a picture of a snake carved on it. He also points out that many Hebrew inscriptions have spelling errors because in the 15th and 16th century, no Jews were allowed to be craftsmen so the inscriptions were done by Christians who were not familiar with Hebrew.
There are several well-known Jewish scholars and rabbis buried in the cemetery; Padova has been a center of Jewish thought since the 1400s. Rabbi Meir Katzenellenbogen (who was born in Prague) and his son Samuel Judah Katzenellenbogen have their graves at the back of the cemetery with many stones placed on top of them, signifying how many people have come to pay their respects.
Even though we didn't understand much of the guide's talk, we are glad to have visited. Diana's cousin Bencie (who has explored the family's genealogy) claims a family connection to the Katzenellenbogens. But Francesca, the guide at the Jewish Museum in Padova, which we visit the next day, smiled and said many, many families claim such a connection.
After the cemetery, we decide to drive out to the Euganean Hills, a range of large hills or small mountains (the highest elevation is less than 2,000 feet) located just to the south of Padova. They can be seen for quite a distance because the rest of the landscape in the wide valley of the Po is very flat. The hills are heavily forested and there are many vineyards on the slopes....making for a very appealing drive with many lovely vistas. We didn't stop for pictures but here are a few shots from the internet.
Photo credit Kallerna
Photo credit Peak Visor web site
We are tempted to stop at one of the many restaurants scattered in the hills but decide to come back to town and share a gigantic prosciutto and mozzarella sandwich at the Antica Focacceria Fiorentina on the Piazza Duomo.
Diana goes back to the room to rest and I set out to explore more of Padova. Padova has about the same population as Parma (the population is over 200,000) but somehow it feels much larger. I find it very appealing that the historic center and the modern town are intertwined...one minute you are walking through the medieval city and the next you are on a modern shopping street.
There are large, green parks filled with Padovana enjoying the weekend
a lazy river scene and a cat sitting under a rose bush.
One minute you see a Fascist-era building entrance
and the next you are looking at a palazzo from the 13th century.
Back at the hotel, we are surprised to see a long parade of pink-shirted women (and some men and children) streaming through the streets in front of the hotel. It is the Pink Run in Padova, a non-competitive 8 kilometer walk/run which is a fundraiser for local charities focused on women.
According to news reports, 7,000 people took part and they raised over 100,000 Euros for new equipment for the breast cancer unit of the local oncological hospital. (We had been witnesses to the same event last year in Brescia.)
Before dinner, we join the throngs of Padovans and tourists just strolling through the streets--the traditional "passeggiata"--which is quite large on this lovely Sunday evening. Lots of window shopping, gelato eating, and hanging out.....
Dinner is an experience. There is a well-regarded seafood restaurant just down the block that I had read about and booked a table. I had somehow ignored the fact that the menu was a textbook example of over-the-top "cucina creativa", the exact opposite of the more traditional trattoria menus that I favor. For example
The restaurant is very attractive...nice decor but simple. We are seated promptly, the menu is presented and explained, and then we wait and wait and wait. The room fills up with mostly Italian customers who don't seem to be getting any more attention than we are. From our table, I have a good view of the open kitchen where three chefs seem to be working very hard.
From the Enotavola web site -- this is the view from our table in an empty restaurant
Finally, the waiter takes our order....we will split an antipasto (tuna tartare), a pasta (paccheri with shrimp and bacon), and a secondi (fritto misto), probably the only three dishes that appeal to us from the whole menu.
The wine waiter appears and we order a bottle of a local white called Lugana from Lago di Garda. We had the same wine last year in Brescia and it was memorable. And it is again...fruity, dry, and very easy to drink. And we drink a lot of it while waiting for our antipasto to arrive. The other non-Italian couple sitting across from us are also displaying impatience with the service. I keep watching the kitchen noting the relatively few dishes coming out (the restaurant is by now full) and finally our tuna tartar arrives. And it is quite good....and both our half dishes are beautifully plated with the dabs of mayonnaise precisely placed on the plate and little hills of bread crumble artfully arranged.
From the Enotavola web site
The long wait for the pasta goes on and on....we have almost finished the bottle of wine by the time it arrives. We both agree...the dish is fantastic--tender pasta with tasty shrimp, crunchy bacon, and silky, vivid sauce. A triumph...but it's now 10 pm and we have been at our table for two hours. We really don't want to wait for our secondi so we ask that they cancel it and they do. It's too bad because I saw the dish on another table and it looked great.
So we had an experience, some excellent food, a great bottle of wine...but we will not be returning to Enotavola. If you want to see more pictures of the place and experience the entire menu, here's the link to their very attractive website.
https://www.enotavola.com/home
Tomorrow morning we have an appointment to go to the Jewish Museum and synagogue.
Jim and Diana