Jasper Rees

There will be blood | 17 September 2015

A new documentary lifts the lid on the Italian horse race-cum-medieval pageant where you're hospitalised for coming second

issue 19 September 2015

If you don’t want to spend hundreds of euros on a good seat, the best place to watch the Palio di Siena is by the start. For my first time — decades ago — I arrived early in the apron-shaped Piazza del Campo and sweated out the long afternoon as a tide of tension rose. By early evening, when the horses and jockeys finally entered from the courtyard of the towering Palazzo Pubblico, 50,000 spectators ached for release.

I clambered on to a temporary fence for a better view. A Sienese woman who was maybe 19 hauled herself up and, for balance, grabbed me from behind. As the jockeys embarked on the long, casuistical process of lining up at the start rope, she began to moan, then weep. Eventually her nerves could stand it no more and, hugging me ever tighter, she screamed, ‘Cazzo! Cazzo! Entra! Entra!’ Loosely translated: ‘Get your cock in!’

Siena’s Palio (other smaller versions happen all over Tuscany) is not like other horse races.

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