Mention Rimini to most people and they’ll think of teenage package holidays but there's more to to the Adriatic fishing town that meets the eye - for Italians, you can’t say Rimini without saying Federico Fellini. The great film maker was born here in 1920 and the mixture of baroque, fantasy and sex that defines his work comes from the town itself...
Mention Rimini to most English people and they’ll think teenage package holidays or mis-spent nights when the Italian house music scene briefly made it a hot clubbing destination in the early 1990s...
But for Italians, you can’t say Rimini without saying Federico Fellini. The great film maker was born in this Adriatic fishing village in 1920 and the mixture of baroque, fantasy and sex that so defines his work really comes from Rimini (as seen in his 1973 movie tribute to the town, Amarcord).
It’s easy to put the baroque and the stylish together as soon as you enter the Grand Hotel de Rimini. It was outside this wedding cake of a hotel that the young Fellini would position himself, drawing cartoon sketches of the wealthy clientele as they strolled about its elegant gardens or clacked across the promenade road to the hotel’s private beach club. Imagine hard, and you can still see little Fellini, dreaming to himself that one day he would be part of all this glamour and effortless grandeur.
The Grand Hotel, gradually being restored and updated, remains coolly restrained. It has a vastiness that reminds you of a country mansion as you look out onto the terrace, sip a Dolce Vita cocktail (champagne and crushed strawberry juice) in the Fellini bar, where Nino Rota’s jazzy music tinkles in the background. Even the balcony off my airy room is long as a bowling alley.
In the Fellini Dining Room, they serve the sort of food you get at film awards, grand hotel cooking served in huge bowls and a wine list like a book of spells. That said, I couldn’t fault the prawn and cherry tomatoes starter, nor the veal and sauted potatoes although the chicken stuffed with asparagus and black truffle was richer than some of the Russians on an adjoining table - direct flights from Rimini’s Federico Fellini airport to Moscow have opened the place up to a monied new clientele you feel Fellini would have had a lot of fun sketching.
If you're feeling energetic, you can hire a tandem bike and whoosh along the front (lungomare) to gasp at the endless line of hotels on one side and the tightly packed beach bars on the other, each with their childrens’ playgrounds, bouncy castles and crazy golf.
A row of streets, I notice, bears the name of every Fellini film - Via Satyricon, Via le notti di Cabiria etc.
While much of Rimini was battered in WWII, the old town retains a classically Italian vibrancy, with ice cream parlours, Roman ruins in the middle of piazzas and boys on mopeds, as well as a smattering of smart boutiques. Further along by the marina, there’s evidence of hard work amid the holiday making as whiskery fishermen in oilskins sell off boxes of fish in the harbour: sole, little tuna, squids and pink crustacea still squirming like pre-historic monsters - these are the local mantis prawns and old ladies shovel them into plastic bags.
Later, we sample more local delicacies at a restaurant chiselled out of an old smuggler’s cave dating back 500 years. Il Pescato del Canavone has been in the Francioni family since 1871 and the sea food is outstanding - seabass with potatoes, fat strozzapretti pasta with mantis, grey mullet in a red bean stew and piles of calamari tossed in the lightest batter. It’s a pleasant walk back along the cobbled canalside down to the Grand Hotel, where a late nightcap in the bar is a bit of a custom. We were quiet happy to keep the tradition alive before slipping into our rather grand bed, hoping to dream of Fellini - if not here, then where else will the inspiration strike?
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