#Armeria Reale

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Armeria Reale by christianamaddalena.

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Armeria maritima

Pairing: Reader/Lady Pirate [Suit] Saeran Fandom: Mystic Messenger. Description: You couldn't talk your way out of this one even if you wanted to. That was the undeniable truth as your kidnapper laughed in your face, with her golden eyes sparkling like the wealth she was after, and your heart beating dangerously to warn you of what was to come. Word Count: 4943

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Diplomacy was the last thing that got someone’s point across in the world you lived in. Even if you were raised in the aristocracy, the real world was nothing compared to the education you received, and the simple notion that you could do something about that was gone in a fraction of a second. That was all it took for someone to shatter that simple dream of yours.

A dream wherein you could do something to help others after your parents systematically dismantled the town just outside the gates of their estate. 

You still didn’t understand how your parents were capable of such… wicked cruelty. They didn’t think twice about pressuring innocent townsfolk to hand over their property, even their valuables, under the guise that no pirates or thieves could take their possessions with them locked away underneath the mansion.

Without jewels or a property deed to steal, no crooks or cons could take ownership from a family who lived there, but under the thumb of your parents… you saw something just as devious, if not worse because a pirate didn’t lie about their desires, but your parents did.

You didn’t hear it from their mouths while you were attending your studies miles away from home. They didn’t send letters normally, but you couldn’t believe they would claim to protect others when they had taken to greed instead.

The parents you knew as you grew up certainly weren’t the best one could have, always leaving you to fend for yourself amongst the staff until you were old enough to be sent away, but never once did you think they would be cruel. 

Neglectful, sure, but never the cruel beasts you’d only heard tales about in stories before. It sounded comical, almost, to imagine your parents in a situation where they were no better than the villains that were robbed again and again by the swindler Robin Hood.

Those villains deserved to be stolen from because they took from people in need and abused their position of power to benefit only themselves. To be in a position where you held all the cards meant that you had to be responsible for everyone who wasn’t as fortunate as you.

For the desperate people who were counting on you to do what was right for them. 

Why in the world would they take from the people who were the ones who gave them that wealth to start with, much less the very people who ensured they would continue to receive that wealth? You couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around their choices, and even if you could see why they did it, you knew you would never be able to agree with them… it went against everything you stood for. It went against what you spent years studying for. 

You wanted to help your community in the ever-changing landscape of the future’s tide, so it would continue to be a hub for wayfarers alike.

A haven for travelers and townsfolk to take refuge from the harshness they might encounter on the open road. You weren’t a fool, you knew better than to believe the world could be the gentle place you dreamed of, but you wanted to get as close as you could to that dream by studying hard to understand commerce and how to help manage a community. It was the same school attended by Jumin Han, after all. 

His family was known for employing people from across the region, and the benefits he offered were more than anyone else could compete with. They were above all else, a company to aspire toward, as long as you had a dream of taking things directly by the book rather than trying to cheat your way into success.

You wanted to take after his example and run the concept even further than he’d taken it, but that dream felt… impossible now. 

How in the world could you make a change when your parents cornered the townsfolk like pigs to the slaughter? 

You heard about what they’d done on your way home from university. It wasn’t hard to pick up the whispers here and there, and given how noisy some people were when they decided to spread gossip, you didn’t have to go out of your way to piece together the full story as you moved on from foot to train to carriage.

Piracy was on the rise again, and those living just on the edge of the water were experiencing a brutal reign of terror police couldn’t contain. Lo and behold, your parents swooped in to help the people most in need last year by offering a contract with them. If they’d pay a small fee to your parents to take care of things, they wouldn’t have to fear the worst. 

Given your Father’s position in the community, as a man who prided himself on his mechanical business that was growing by the year as the world demanded more and more modern advancements that weren’t steeped in flammable material, many thought they could trust him to take care of them in their time of need.

Even if his policies weren’t the best, compared to a crook with a sword on their belt, he seemed to be their better choice. He took advantage of people in their hour of need, and your Mother was no better than he was. She used her beauty and charm to ensnare those who mightn’t’ve given you Father the time of time. She took his idea and pushed it even further than he did, with a honey-bathed lie. 

She spread his offer through the town as she went about her day, letting people know a mere contract could protect them from crime and pillage, and by the time anyone realized the truth, it was too late for them to get out of the contract.

Property, jewelry, heirlooms, anything you could’ve imagined meaning so much to someone that they could make a deal just to keep it safe, your parents could keep all of it to themselves and never think twice about returning it. If those who made the deal didn’t could not pay your parents enough money to match the fee, they would lose it forever.  

How disgusting, you thought. I can’t wait to return home and give them a piece of my mind. How dare they commit such heinous violence against our townsfolk? We are townsfolk, just as much as those who cannot afford to be amongst manors and estates, and to take from those who have nothing to their names… that is not something I can stand for. 

What else would your parents expect from you?

They left you to your own devices as a young child, and those in your company were servants who had little to their names. You never judged them, just as they never judged you. You were a curious child. You wanted to know anything and everything you could about other people, and in doing so, it helped your eyes open to the truth. 

You might’ve been born lucky, but others weren’t lucky. Some people had to fight to get their next meal and crawl on their hands and knees to their next job, and you hated the idea of seeing someone have to work so hard for so little… especially your friends, unlike your parents who were never around, the staff members in charge of you were your friends and you did your best to treat them equally. 

It wasn’t fair that a child had far more wealth than they ever would, and while it wasn’t your fault that you were born with that wealth, you truly didn’t want to become as complacent or complicit as your parents had… It was a decision that became finalized in your eyes when they sent away the older boy who looked after you.

You could still remember his messy brown hair and disgruntled expression on his face. They blamed him for your disruptive disobedience and sent him away. He wasn't the one who helped you come to your conclusion. He was simply one of many in the manor who helped you see right from wrong. 

If they hadn’t done that when you were young, perhaps, you wouldn’t have become as “radicalized” as they called you whenever you returned home on holiday by their demand. You missed your friend, the one who felt like the older brother you always dreamed of, but nothing could ever bring him back after they sent him far, far away. 

At least, that’s what the staff told you when you pleaded with everyone you came across for any clue as to where they might’ve sent him.

You knew if you thought about that memory for too long, you would have become angrier by the minute with resentment, but the more that you remembered, the more you realized it never should've been a surprise to hear that your parents had gone beyond the neglect they’d shown you as a young child and grown into something far worse. 

If they were capable of doing that when you were a child, then they had always been capable of worse. 

What else didn't you know about? 

What else did they hide from you? 

What if they had been doing worse all along and you just weren't smart enough to realize it when it was right in front of you? 

The thought was sobering. But, there was nothing you could do until you could survive the last trek of your journey.

The road to your town wasn't particularly smooth, and it left for a choppy ride in the back of the carriage, but you did your best to focus on the facts at hand.

What could you do when you got there? You couldn't reason with either one of them. You were certain they wouldn't listen to a word you had to say, but what other option did you have? Would you be able to speak with any of the townsfolk before you traveled the rest of the way? 

Would the villagers be willing to speak to me? It's not as if everyone knows my identity, I've been of age for years now but my refusal to participate in a soiree means that many members of high society don't know my face.

They may know my full name but they don't know of me. That puts me between an advantage and a disadvantage. If they believed me to be the same as my parents, they would turn me away.

But, if they did not know me, would I be able to do anything outside of gaining an understanding of their situation? My parents disregarded their pain once before, I don't think a sob story will help now. 

You were at an impasse. There were plenty of people who clamored for your stance in life.

What they desired more than anything was to be on the lap of luxury, to finally have everything they could ever dream of at their beck and call, to tell people what to do without being afraid of the possible beating they would receive otherwise, to know what it felt like to be wealthy.

But, even with all the money in the world, you were still powerless in the face of your parents. You weren't like your classmates, some were born like you, but others were so very different, working their way up due to scholarships and the goodwill of the wealthy who expected the promise of their career something in return. 

Yoosung Kim was like that. Although you weren't acquainted with him, many of your classmates were, given how sociable and kind he was to everyone in his path. His family didn't have much for him but he was on scholarship thanks to the kindness of his brother-in-law.

That was his stroke of luck, but you heard he put in the hard work to prove that their investment was "worth it." 

You wished it didn't have to be "worth it."

Drawing in a breath, all you could do was try to hold your head up high and jot down more notes when the carriage was forced to slow down on the sharp path. Even if you weren't sure what you were going to do, you knew you were going to do something about it. People didn't deserve to be treated that way.

You couldn't fix a systematic problem overnight, no soul could, but you had to start somewhere. 

If only the town could be at peace… then I might be able to… 

Your carriage came to a screeching halt. It happened so quickly, much faster than you could have anticipated, and with nothing to keep you tied down, your body was flung forward against the other wall of the cabin. It hurt.

It didn't knock you unconscious but you knew better than to assume you had come out of the accident unscathed.

It wasn't lost on you that you were a sitting duck in a carriage like this. Why didn't you think about that? If it was true that your parents were going out of their way to set off everyone in the region, wouldn't it be fair to assume that all the villagers would turn against the site of anything that remotely even resembled something of theirs? 

Was it possible somebody attacked the carriage thinking your parents were inside? But if it was somebody targeting your parents, you were certain they wouldn't try to keep you alive.

The final stretch of road on the journey to your town took place on a sharp cliff, with corners no man would dare travel on without taking it at a snail's pace to make it to the other side. If somebody wanted to get rid of them, they would have simply spooked the horses and prayed that the entire carriage would be flung from the cliff side.

That made the most sense to you as you tried to rack your brain for answers, if they were dead, there would be nobody to seize their assets. The people would storm to the estate and get back their property before anyone else could seize it. 

Right?

You couldn't see anybody wanting to kidnap the likes of them because there would be nobody to pay a ransom to. The other reason why someone would want to take them would be to get even, to torture them within an inch of their life for as long as their revenge desired while someone reclaimed everything that was taken.

No amount of trying to run worst-case scenarios made the situation less terrifying than it already was.

Even if you pretended to be dead, they would still rob you blind in the process. You couldn't blame someone for being desperate to make ends meet, but this was the only part of you that was selfish. 

The part of you that wanted to live.

It felt as if the world was spinning, and as you reached up to make sure your head wasn't injured, the door was blown wide open with enough force to knock you over once again. You understood at the last second that this was a robbery, but your rattled body lost consciousness just as you heard the sound of a woman's laugh!

"Heheheh… It looks like I finally found you." 

[PARAGRAPH BREAK]

When you awoke, that feeling you felt before you lost consciousness was still there. The dizzying feeling of the envelope world shaking violently at you, rocking back and forth in an unmerciful wave, and as much as you wanted to pick yourself up off the ground and try to shake off the feeling of nausea, you found it impossible to move.

You feared that the accident might have cost you the feeling in your body, but the fact that you could feel aches and pains told you that you had not lost anything just yet. The real reason why you couldn't move was because you were tied down by a rope. It wasn't tied so tightly that you wouldn't be able to breathe, but it was tight enough to leave an impression. 

Whoever attacked your carriage intended to take you from the start. The main question you had to ask yourself was: Was this an attack planned by someone who wanted to get to me or was this attack planned by someone who simply wanted to attack a member of the aristocracy?

Nobody knows my identity, but certainly, the identifying markers of a carriage could be enough for someone to come after me for money. For all they know, I could be a guest of the family. Still, anyone who associates with someone who has wealth and prestige is considered scum amongst criminals. That much I do know. 

"It looks like the [prince/princess] is finally awake." 

Huh? 

You did your best to blink through your exhaustion, but your vision was still underneath the heavy afternoon sun. It was way too bright for you at this point. You couldn't remember a bump or cut to your head, but you felt a pinch in your shoulders.

You didn't think anything had been ripped out of place, but it was easy to see what part of your body had taken the impact of the fall.

You had been attacked in the early morning, which meant you must've been unconscious for a couple of hours. Even if you'd been asleep that long, whoever had taken you couldn't have gotten very far… no matter what route they took. It would take a while for them to get off the cliff, and it would take them longer to get back to solid ground or the port…

Where were you and why wouldn't the world stop spinning? That was the burning question. You weren't dead, which was something to be grateful for, but if you had wound up in the wrong hands, they would make you wish you were dead. You could already hear such a taunt in the back of your head.

You didn't have enough strength to open your mouth and ask any questions just yet. Someone said something and they wanted you to hear it. 

"Here I thought that we would be waiting for hours for you to wake up again. It seems you've saved us the trouble of having to wait until we get back to our hideout to have our discussion, [Ms./Mr./Mx.] [Y/N]." 

Who was that?

Even with a piercing headache trying to lull you back to sleep, you knew you weren't in any position to take a nap. You had to find the source of that voice. You had to figure out who had taken you and what you could do to get yourself out of it.

You had taken plenty of classes about having open discussions with others, but you never expected to find yourself in a situation where you would have to barter for your life. You didn't hold any cards in this situation.

You didn't have any money to your name. It wasn't unreasonable to assume they had taken your luggage. That meant you had no leverage.

They kept you alive for some reason, but if it was a ransom or some other nefarious reason, you weren't sure. 

You had to see who was mocking you, to begin with. 

It was definitely a woman's voice. 

It took a lot of energy for you to lift your head, but when you did, you found yourself face-to-face with someone who you could only assume to be your kidnapper.

A woman with fiery red hair that seemed to glow as she stood in front of the sun to cast a shadow on your face. She had the most piercing pair of golden eyes you'd ever seen and a smirk that could have cut you like a knife.

She wore a dark coat across her shoulders that seemed to contrast against her white peasant top, with a corset that was tied in the back where you couldn't see. Across her waist were two belts, one that connected to a satchel, and another that holstered a long sword. 

She must've been a fighter, you assumed because she wore a pair of thick trousers rather than a skirt. Her boots were more likely than not built to keep her fast on her feet as well. They seemed sturdy, and that was likely important given how you could no longer feel the security of the Earth beneath your feet. If the Earth could rumble like this, you would have to be firm. 

She took the offering of a hat from someone you couldn't see, and as she pulled it over her head, you realized the familiar shape could only be that of a pirate. Only those who had to worry about the weather would dawn a hat such as that.

They were crafted to make sure water didn't soak the wearer's face, rather, it would cascade down their shoulders and remain out of the way. 

That was when you understood the rumbling of the Earth wasn't an earthquake, and it wasn't the vertigo you were experiencing from your head injury.

The people who had kidnapped you were pirates and they probably had something nefarious in mind.

You would give them the benefit of the doubt for now, even if that wasn't something they offered you because you wanted to understand why they would go to so much trouble to capture you in the first place. If you didn't know any better, it sounded like they were looking for you in particular.

How did they find out about you? What gave them the idea to kidnap you in the first place? Your brain was running a mile a minute, but even though you had a hundred and one questions to ask, the only thing you could bring yourself to say was: "What…?"

"Those parents of yours went to an awful lot of trouble to hide you. I didn't think we would ever be able to get our hands on you, but your mistake is our gain," she jeered. It was difficult to distinguish her facial features as the sun illuminated her body. "I can't stand people like you. People who get everything they want handed to them. I bet you've never known a day of hardship in your life, and no amount of yapping on your end could make me believe otherwise."

How cruel. 

You had yet to encounter someone as vicious as this in your life so far, and the way she stared at you made you feel… uneasy. You certainly did not disagree with what she was saying about the lifestyle of some wealthy people, but she didn't know anything about you.

On the other end, you didn't know anything about her, either. It would be simple to judge her just as much as she judged you.

What drove someone to become a pirate in the first place?

Was it an exciting lust for adventure to parts unknown? A desire to get even with the world who burned you? Or… was it because there was no other option but to go along with it? Was it similar to what happened to your friend? He never had a choice in becoming a servant… was it possible some pirates didn't have a choice? 

You wanted to ask this pirate about it, you wanted to learn more about how she came to be the way she was, but she didn't seem very interested in humoring your questions. 

You shook your head, "I don't understand. How did you know about me?" 

"We have our ways," she said, flatly. 

"Then, why did you kidnap me? I can wager a couple of guesses as to why a crew of pirates would want to kidnap me, but why waste time guessing when I could simply ask you instead?" 

"Smart. I don't hate smart people, but I can tell I won't like that smart mouth of yours," she chuckled. 

God. You were out of your element in this situation. On a university campus where you could be yourself, you could communicate with all sorts of people without thinking twice about the discussions you wanted to have.

People understood that you wanted to talk for hours on end, to be one of the first people to solve the puzzle presented to you, and there was no threat of a sword in sight. You just… didn't know how to talk to someone who didn't want to talk to you. This pirate seemed keen to talk over you. 

She began to explain, "I'll lay it out for you, then. Your parents have destabilized this entire region thanks to the vicious benefactor behind them. Nobody knows who that person is, but the only thought on their mind seems to be conquering everyone and everything. No one can get in and no one can get out of this area because of it. Nobody is coming to save anyone. If they have their way, we're all going to die here, one way or another… that much is true. Either we'll fall in line… or we'll die because we are opposed to them."

"Not only that, they've gone out of their way to get their grubby little hands on everything in sight. Take it from me, when a criminal decides to insult you, that means you're worse than scum. They don't even try to discriminate against anyone in particular they've recently started to come after their own. Y'know, I wouldn't even be against these people tearing themselves apart, but the only reason it's come to that is because they've seemingly run out of easy targets. Men, women, adults, children, criminals, the wealthy, and the poor." 

She leaned over which allowed you to get a view of the bitterness in her eyes. "So, tell me, how come your carriage is the first one to come close to this town without so much as a scratch on it?" 

You shook your head. "That doesn't make any sense! I've heard plenty of people talk about what's been going on on my way home. If it is like you say, how would I be able to hear anyone talk about what's going on here to begin with? If you can't get out, then there's no way anyone could be talking about what's been going on!" 

That's right, you thought. If people couldn't get in or out, I wouldn't have been able to learn as much as I have today. 

"That's where you're wrong. The only people who get out of here are let out because they were allowed to leave."

"If that's the case, why hasn't anyone tried to contact the military to come in and commit a rescue operation?" 

"Hahahaha," she laughed in your face. It was filled with condescension, too. "That's using that little brain of yours. That's the question we have all been asking ourselves. But what can I say, every man for themselves, if you can protect your own, why turn around and protect anyone else? It's the way of the world." 

"That's a sad way to look at the world," you whispered. 

"And you're a delusional brat who thinks the world is a kind place," she retorted. 

"Quartermaster Saeran! We're fast approaching our destination! I believe we lost the dogs that were hot on our trail as well. Would you like for us to do another sweep of the surrounding area before the ship returns to the hideout, ma'am?" 

"Take the west wind! We don't have any more time to waste now that we have the captive on deck. Need I remind you that the damned Captain is expecting us to arrive before nightfall?!" 

"No, ma'am! Following the west wind, ma'am!"

There was no way for you to get out of this situation. 

These pirates weren't in the mood to negotiate, and the half-hearted explanation you'd received didn't tell you why they decided to take you in the first place. It wasn't as if your own family would pay a handsome ransom to get you back.

Sure, they sent you to school and kept you out of the way, but if they were willing to abandon their humanity for good, they would probably just consider you a lost cause if someone demanded money. You were as good as dead. 

What could you do?

"So, what? You're going to lock me away and hold me for ransom and the hopes that you can get my parents to pay you off or let you the hell out of here? I'm sorry to tell you, they're not going to pay any ransom you demand of them. I understand you want to use me as a bargaining chip and I'm the last thing they'd ever bargain for," you said. 

She laughed. It didn't seem to make her as mad as you expected, but maybe she thought you were bluffing? Nobody had trained you for a situation like this, and no amount of mental scenarios made it easier on you.

You could imagine all kinds of responses on her lips but everything she said seemed to come out of left field. 

Normally, you would've enjoyed the difficult challenge of finally meeting someone who could keep you on your toes, but this wasn't a challenge, it was life or death. 

"You misunderstand, then." 

What did you misunderstand?

Did you need to play into what she expected of you? 

“Do you really think you’ll get away with this?” 

“That’s the thing,” her haughty breath tickled your throat. You couldn’t see her eyes, but you could tell they were filled with delight at the sight of your fruitless struggle. “I already have.” 

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

In un celebre passo dell'𝑂𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑜 - il duello tra Orlando e Cimosco - Ludovico Ariosto descrive un tentativo di imboscata del secondo, armato di un'arcaica arma da fuoco, ai danni del primo. L'appostamento di Cimosco è paragonato a quello di un cacciatore, che attende il cinghiale con l'arma e "cani armati" (XII, 73).

Era consuetudine all'epoca provvedere alla difesa dei cani da caccia, in genere con strutture difensive in tessuto (fig. in alto a destra: due esempli in lino seicenteschi, Veste Coburg). A questi andava l'ingrato compito di "accompagnare alla morte" il cinghiale, in genere già ferito dal cacciatore con uno spiedo.

Seppur rari, esistono pure alcuni esemplari di armature canine in piastre di ferro. L'esemplare più famoso è conservato nell'Armeria Reale di Madrid (inv. 254235) e appartenne all'imperatore Carlo V. E' stata realizzata da Desiderius Helmschmid di Augusta intorno al 1540 e presenta, incisa all'acquaforte, l'immagine di un cacciatore che infilza un cinghiale con uno spiedo.

Fig. in basso: dettaglio dell'arazzo Le cacce di Massimiliano (Capricorno), 1531-1533. Uno dei cani è "armato": l'aspetto dell'armatura suggerisce un materiale rigido ma che si adatta al movimento del corpo. Potrebbe essere una copertura in cuoio abbellita nella parte esterna da una trapunta.

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In a famous passage from the 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑜 - the duel between Orlando and Cimosco - Ludovico Ariosto describes an ambush attempt: Cimosco, armed with an archaic firearm, tries to surprise and kill Orlando. The ambush of Cimosco is compared to the ambush of a hunter, who awaits the wild boar with the weapon and "armoured dogs" (XII, 73).

It was customary at the time to provide for the defense of hunting dogs, generally with defensive structures in fabric (fig. above right: two examples in linen, 17th centuruy, Veste Coburg). The dogs had to "accompany to death" the wild boar, usually already wounded by the hunter.

Although rare, there are also some examples of canine armor in iron plates. The most famous specimen is housed in the Real Armeria of Madrid (inv. 254235) and belonged to the Emperor Charles V. It was made by Desiderius Helmschmid of Ausburg around 1540 and has etched a hunter spearing a wild boar with a spear.

Fig. at bottom: detail of the tapestry The hunts of Maximilian (Capricorn), 1531-1533. One of the dogs probably wears a fabric armour.

Photo Credits: Patrimonio Nacional, David Hancock.

[atotaltaitaitale]

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A quick visit to the king and queen at the Palacio Real de Madrid (Royal Palace of Madrid).

The Royal Palace of Madrid is the official residence of the Spanish royal family at the city of Madrid, although now used only for state ceremonies. The palace has 135,000 m2 (1,450,000 sq ft) of floor space and contains 3,418 rooms.  It is the largest royal palace in Europe.

View from the Plaza de la Armeria and view from the Sabatini Gardens.

[bedandbreakfastvillarosatorino]

Armeria Reale di Torino

 

Se venite in auto Vi offriamo il parcheggio interno videosorvegliato

Con il bus 58 barrato arriverete al Piazza Castello in pochissimo tempo

Comodità. Sicurezza

 

B&B VILLA ROSA è  vicino al Politecnico

B&B VILLA ROSA offre Parcheggio interno gratuito

B&B VILLA ROSA offre Bagno e corridoio privati

B&B VILLA ROSA offre Entrata indipendente

 

Visita il ns sito web

https://www.bb-villarosa.it

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Morion | Wallace Collection

Workshop of Caremolo Modrone (1489 - 1543) , Possibly Italy Date: c. 1545 Medium: Iron or steel and gold, embossed, chased and gilt Height: 21.8 cm Weight: 1.33 kg Inv: A112

Triple-combed morion, embossed with three roped combs, the whole made in one piece. The central comb has been roughly pierced at the sides for a crest; the brim (scooped over the ears) is pointed at the front and back, the lower edges turned under, roped and bordered with a row of rivet-holes for the lining strap; at the back is fixed a tubular plume-holder. The whole surface, originally gilt and now bright, is embossed and chased with a bearded mask in front, and a Florentine fleur-de-lys (or giglio) at the sides; the sides of the combs are chased with ovals, and between them are alternately rosettes and clef-shaped scrolls; round the brow is boldly embossed a band of roping, below which is a row of star-headed rivets for the lining. This helmet belongs to a group which J. F. Hayward identified as made for the guard of Pier Luigi Farnese, Duke of Parma and Piacenza (b. 1525, reigned 1545-7, until he was assassinated); see Armes Anciennes, VII, 1956, p. 151. They were formerly attributed wrongly to the Medici on account of the use of the Florentine giglio. Similar morions are in the Armeria Reale, Turin (E 52-3); the Museo Stibbert at Florence (inv. no. 927); the Metropolitan Museum, New York (duc de Dino, ex-Lord Londesborough, and Riggs Collections, see de Cosson, Dino Collection, p. 36, Pl. 34, 62, Fig. B 33 - Nos. 04.3.219 and 14.25.615); in the Hermitage at Leningrad (two examples- Z.O. nos. 3380 and 3390); in the Farnese armoury in the Museo di Capodimonte at Naples. Further examples are in the Victoria and Albert Museum (M. 141-1921 Currie Bequest; Hayward, Armour, 1951, p. 46, pI. 20), and in other museums (see C. Buttin, Les Arts, September, 1910, p. 24, and Revue Savoisienne, No. 4, 1897). Another is in the Museo Civico at Piacenza (inv. no. 344), and another was at Hever Castle, Kent (sold Sotheby's, 5th May 1983, lot 39, repr. in cat.). Hayward later suggested that the helmets of this group may have been made in the workshop of Caremolo Modrone in Mantua (Waffen -und Kostümkunde, 1982, p. 90, Fig. 23).

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Королевская оружейная палата Турина (ита��. L’ Armeria Reale di Torino) – одна из самых важных коллекций оружия и доспехов в мире, созданная в Турине королевской семьей Савойской династии. Резиденции Савойского дома В Королевском дворце Турина античные интерьеры и находятся под охраной ЮНЕСКО.Перейти по ссылке и узнать все…

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Torino, 2019

Armeria Reale

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A lavishly etched and gilt Cinquedea,

Blade Length: 24.9 in/63.2 cm

Weight: 2.5 lbs/1130 g

blade from Ferrara, ca. 1490-1510, hilt from Venice, ca. 1815-1830, housed at the Armeria Reale, Torino.

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Real Armería

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Armeria Reale, Torino, Italia

The Royal Armoury, Royal Palace of Turin, Turin, Italy

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So I hear that the symptoms of coronavirus include interest in making virtual visits of museums, apparently. Here are some museum websites that can fulfill your thirst for virtually-visitable art. The asterisk means I have been there. This is by no means an exhaustive list. I don’t even know why I am doing this.

- Pinacoteca di Brera - Milan *

Brera is the art academy of Milan and the most iconic museum, which contains Italian artworks from the renaissance to modernity including various masterpieces. I also recommend visiting it in person because the neighborhood of Brera is the art district of Milan and it’s really pretty although having lunch there in slightly overpriced, but then what isn’t (really if you are in Milan skip the touristy food places, have Chinese or Japanese, trust me). There’s also a lovely little botanical garden tended to by the botany students. Long story short when you come to Italy visit Milan instead of overcrowding Venice.

- Museo del Novecento - Milan *

This is a stunning exhibition and you also should go there (it’s in Piazza Duomo you can’t miss it) but in the meanwhile visit the website, that contains a selection of masterpieces. They opened a few years ago and it was free to visit for a while as a gift to Italian people, which was really nice of them. It’s not expensive now either and it contains a lot of works by very important artists of the XX century so it’s very worth it.

- Museo Poldi Pezzoli - Milan

Can you believe I’ve never been there? But there’s a lot of stuff in there. The website is not complete yet apparently, but there’s already some interesting things already, including little Japanese sculptures that now I want to go and see.

- Pinacoteca Ambrosiana - Milan

Leonardo, Botticelli, Caravaggio, Raffaello, Tiziano... they’re also digitalizing ancient manuscripts, and there’s also a fuckton of drawings and manuscripts by Leonardo. [Everybody liked that.] I fucking need to go there.

- MAUTO (Museo dell’Automobile) - Turin *

Guys. This is so fucking cool. “But I don’t like cars” you might say. Yeah, me neither. But the ancient cars are so fascinating. If I remember correctly there are also things such as the driving license of the first ever woman in Italy to get a driving license. Visiting the real place is better because the halls are very well done so if you happen to be in Turin drop by.

- Museo Egizio - Turin *

Listen this is the biggest Egyptian museum outside of Egypt and it’s awesome, although the site is sort of confusing but I’m pretty sure there are digitalized resources so if you’re into ancient Egypt try it. Right now the museum contains a temporary exhibition called Archeologia Invisibile (invisible archaeology) and it’s possible to make a virtual tour of the exhibition which is really cool. It focuses on methods and techniques used to study mummies and other kinds of artifacts. Just click on the link and you’re yeeted inside the exhibition.

- Musei Reali - Turin

Actually a group of museums, there’s an online catalogue. There’s a museum of antiquity, modern paintings, even the royal armory (armeria reale). Yeah there’s swords. You can study the blade now.

- Palazzo Madama - Turin

An array of Italian art through centuries.

- GAM - Turin

The gallery of modern art. Weird stuff. Memeable.

- MAO - Turin

Sick of Italian art? Yeah, understandable. Then it’s time for the museum of Asian art! Stuff from all around Asia, from the Middle East to Southeastern Asia. I want to go there. Let me go there, virus.

(Palazzo Madama, GAO and MAO also offer virtual tours with Google Arts and Culture but idk how that works. Links here, under “scopri”.)

- Galleria degli Uffizi - Florence *

The Uffizi Gallery is the quintessential Italian art museum and you really want to check it out. If you visit it in person, make a booking, queues are infinite. (People with disabilities skip the queues in all these museums though, if you are disabled and intimidated by these places with superqueues don’t be, just approach the personnel and you have the right to just get in.)

- Galleria dell’Accademia - Florence *

You might have heard of a lil statue called David by Michelangelo. Yeah, it’s there. But there’s also other things, although since the David is so famous no one really cares about those. Give them some love.

- Actually there’s an online catalogue of most museums in Florence, several of which sound super interesting, but it says they’re having technical problems and the picture don’t load. Maybe save the link, forget about it, and then after some time discover it again, idk. Or consider visiting Florence in person after the coronavirus goes away, I guess. Do yourself a favor and save up and get a real Florentine steak.

- Gallerie dell’Accademia - Venice

I have been in Venice for half a day and just a little tip: you (or someone that travels with you) are in a wheelchair? Consider making a plan for visiting Venice that includes this: go in fact somewhere else. In the meanwhile visit this site, although I can’t figure out how to turn it into English, but I’m sure you can handle a little Italian.

- MUVE - Venice

Actually it’s possible to make a virtual tour of various museums/palaces in Venice with the Google Arts and Culture project, which sounds great. You figure out how it works, the link should explain. I’ll do it myself one of these days.

- Peggy Guggenheim - Venice

XX century artworks, including some by the most famous artists like Picasso, Magritte, Dalí, Kandinsky etc etc.

- Musei Vaticani - Rome *

Did I call the Uffizi the quintessential Italian art museum? I stand by it, but. I mean. The Vatican Museums, you know? It’s a place you should visit at least once in your life. All of Rome actually. They say it’s too big and chaotic but don’t listen to them, listen to me, you must visit Rome when you can. Ask someone for tips on where to eat that is not a tourist trap, and you’re fine.

- Musei Capitolini and all the civic museums - Rome (at the top of the page, click on “all the museums” and you see a whole list, for each museum you can visit the collection)

All collections online, by rooms or subject. The Musei Capitolini is the main museum in Rome except the Vatican, but I also recommend the Centrale Montemartini which is a collection of ancient artifacts located in a repurposed thermoelectric center, which must be fascinating to see in person. I’m planning on visiting it the next time I’m in Rome. (I’ve only been twice, briefly, okay.)

- Museo Ebraico - Rome

It’s located by the Tempio Maggiore, in the neighborhood that was the Jewish ghetto in Rome. There are many other Jewish museums in Italy but I have been right outside this one. It was closed though.

- Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Moderna e Contemporanea - Rome

Apparently the largest gallery of contemporary art in the galaxy or something. Worth checking out I think.

- Galleria Nazionale Barberini Corsini - Rome

This contains some super famous paintings, by Caravaggio and others.

(There’s like 285375 museums in Rome I can’t check all the websites but I’m pretty sure I checked the major art ones.)

- Museo della Resistenza - Bologna

Feeling like nurturing your antifascist spirit today? Good.

- Museo Archeologico Nazionale - Naples

Good pictures, very interesting stuff. Statues, mosaics, epigraphs, and so on.

- Museo di Capodimonte - Naples

Very interesting although I don’t think you can browse the site in English. Then again it’s mostly pictures, so.

There’s literally a billion museums in this country and some have very confusing websites which are giving me a headache so I’ll stop here.

A few outside of Italy I can recommend:

- Archaeological Museum - Athens *

I was there and we had a slightly eccentric guide and it was very interesting.

- Museo del Prado - Madrid *

Physically, it’s huge and the halls are numbered in a confusing way that forces you to back and forth and by the end we were exhausted. Maybe online it’s less vexing...

- Museo Thyssen - Madrid *

I loved this museum. Loads of famous artists and interesting stuff.

- Museo Reina Sofía - Madrid *

Yeah we had a lot of time to visit museums in Madrid. This is where the Guernica painting is, you might have heard of it.

- Musée d’Orsay - Paris *

Awesome museum, they have those in Paris, what can you do. I haven’t visited the Louvre because we didn’t have the time, but it also offers an online tour.

- National Gallery - London *

Lots of Italian artworks, actually, and more.

- British Museum - London *

Well, there’s everything from everywhere, because of reasons.

Okay I mean there’s plenty of hyper-famous museums with online resources and you can find them just as much as I can find them, so. Have fun.

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⚔️ The Royal Armoury (Armeria Reale) is one of the world’s most important collections of arms and armour, formed in Turin by the Savoy family. ⠀ The Royal Armoury was founded by Charles Albert, king of Sardinia, and opened in 1837. ⠀ The collection includes weapons formerly owned by Napoleon and by the kings of Italy, since the Savoy family gained that title after the unification of the country in 1861. European and American swords, guns and rifles are now displayed alongside oriental arms and armour acquired by or donated to the kings. ⠀ - - ⚔️ Королевская оружейная палата в Турине, Италия (Armeria Reale) - одна из самых важных коллекций оружия и доспехов в мире, созданная Савойской династией. ⠀ Считается самой большой коллекцией в Европе и одной из наиболее полных. Ее начал собирать в 1833 году Карл Альберт, король Сардинии. Публика впервые смогла увидеть ее в 1837 году. ⠀ Коллекция включает доспехи; ренессансное оружие работы известных мастеров мира, в частности, пистолет Карла IV; оружие, ранее принадлежавшее Наполеону и королям Италии. Одним из ценнейших экспонатов, хранящимся в музее, является меч святого Маврикия, сохранившийся до наших дней в отличном состоянии. По мнению специалистов, он был изготовлен в начале XIII в. Часть экспозиции музея занимает коллекция восточного оружия и доспехов. Помимо этого в залах Оружейной палаты сохранились фрески и скульптуры XVIII в. ⠀ #Armeria_Reale #Royal_Armoury #оружейная_палата #доспехи #оружие #armor #armsandarmor #Турин #Turin

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✓Palazzo Reale di Torino è la prima e più importante tra le residenze sabaude in Piemonte, teatro della politica del regno sabaudo per almeno tre secoli. ✓È collocato nel cuore della città, nella Piazzetta Reale adiacente alla centralissima Piazza Castello, da cui si dipartono le principali arterie del centro storico. ✓Rappresenta il cuore della corte sabauda, simbolo del potere della dinastia e, congiuntamente alle altre dimore reali della cintura torinese, come la reggia di Venaria Reale, la Palazzina di caccia di Stupinigi o il castello del Valentino, è parte integrante dei beni dichiarati dall'UNESCO quali Patrimonio dell'Umanità. ✓Nel 2016 confluisce nei Musei Reali[1] insieme alla Galleria Sabauda, Armeria Reale, Biblioteca Reale, Palazzo Chiablese e Museo di antichità. Nel 2018 l'intero complesso, incluse le mostre ospitate nelle Sale Chiablese, è stato visitato da 515.632 visitatori. ✓Storia . Il palazzo, destinato a residenza reale, venne progettato tra la fine del Cinquecento e l'inizio del Seicento da Ascanio Vittozzi. Alla morte di quest'ultimo, i lavori vennero affidati, durante la reggenza di Cristina di Francia, a Carlo di Castellamonte. https://www.instagram.com/p/B5z6WYFqNK7/?igshid=1lhjrpzmwfkgj