Having now washed away the sweat and grime of a hot, cloudless day in Florence, I can clearly state two truths:
- The light here is different. I can’t explain it, but it is.
- Showers are a gift from the goddesses.
It’s Sunday evening. I spent the better part of the last 11 hours on my feet, walking. The art tour was worth every penny, especially the Michelangelo crucifix in wood hanging in brilliant presentation in the Chieso di S. Spirito.
This particular crucifix, hanging as it is in splendid isolation and relief in the sacristy, is powerfully moving and somewhat disturbing, since he apparently modeled it on the body of a youth, rather than a 33 year old. This makes the image even more poignant.
Photos are not allowed, so I have to grab this one from the Web.
And of course this photo does not justice the impact of the piece of art, nor the presentation in that church.
I’ve already decided that my 2.5 days here will just whet my appetite to return, since there is so much art and history to see.
The tour guide today (it was just me and her) was surprised by may knowledge of Florentian history!
I lunched on gnocchi with Bolognese, a glass of Prosecco, and in the heat a full 0.75-liter bottle of San Pelligrino.
And then I headed to the Duomo museum, which is a work of art in itself.
The rest of the day wander-ful.
Modes of transportation!
The Duomo and the Arno:
Random city sights:
Dostoevsky lived here!
When I win the lottery: