Mezsin® had its own school of painting. Theronim Alibrandi, living in the time of Georges, Messinets, a noble of Leonard da Vinci, imitated Corregius, and was famous as one of the first painters of his time. Returning to his fatherland, he, like a hardworking bee brings honey to his hive, brought new knowledge, rules, and devotion to his art. Then Antonello, the first Italian, taught the art of painting with oil paints, which until then remained a secret of the Flemings. Polydor Ka6x ravaju also belongs to this city. Ancient Messina was the fatherland of the Philosopher Eutemer, who wrote the History of Heaven: he argued that their gods were nothing other than great people. Anne, a poet, rewritten it in Latin verse. Now in Messina oil of Philosophers, there are no painters and poets; but nature is as beautiful as it was in the most flourishing days of the city. Washed by the waters of the strait, the city rises like an amphitheater along the slope of the mountain, on which the midday plants shine in all their splendor, and crown Messina with a garland of rich greenery, on which winter has no bearing.
Wandering the streets, I once went into a church, which attracted my attention with its Arabic Physlognome. This is the monastery of St. Gregory. From the height of the terrace, the view is beautiful: the whole city is before your eyes, all the streets, squares and gardens. The smell of orange blossoms fills the air; the gaze rests on the semi-circular harbor, and enjoys this blue, transparent sea, this majestic and harsh coast of Calabria, the splendor of half-European and half-American nature! All this was buried in the transparent air, burning with the rays of the sun; the sails were silvering in the distance; There was a procession of the cross along the shore, with cherubs and images.
The view of the mountains is not inferior to the beauty of the sea views: there are groups of genets (gorse), oleandry, cacti, curling like ribbons of greenery and flowers. More impressive than them are olive trees, myrtles, aloe, in the middle of rural houses and deserts. Etna alone is not enough for this picture.
I made my way into the city through narrow, steep alleys, where poverty and poverty occupied their apartments. Seeing the disorder of the houses and the opening of the walls, one might think that the earthquake ended only yesterday. Exhausted by the heat and work, the women here start early and lose weight; There are more of them, the black eyes sparkle with what seems like a feverish heat. The nasonic mentya in which they are wrapped gives them a kind of sad physiognomy and brings them closer to the Gypsies, the Sicilian mentya (manto, cloak / large black blanket, silk for the rich, copper for the poor. Women cover them Uast G. 30 from head to toe; only the eyes remain outside. I saw exactly the same cloaks on the Mauritanians, who call them Gaik. Young girls sometimes wear white mentshi; but black is the proper color for this occasion.
Men here don’t harass women: they, in rags, lie in whole heaps at the entrance to churches and do nothing. The coastal inhabitants of the region: they are constantly engaged in fishing, and fearlessly sail in their boats in the middle of Charybdis and Scylla.
There are no remains of antiquity at Messinths, although it was one of the first Greek colonies founded on the Sitsimian shores. The first name of this city is Zansla, which means braid.