At the risk of sounding like a snob, I'll gladly tell you that I went to Firenze over the weekend. Firenze as in Florence, Italy. One thing I've found myself doing is inadvertently calling cities and places by the local name with my best attempt at the proper pronunciation. Think of it as a form of camouflage if you will.
It will come to no surprise that this city is gorgeous. It's practically the world capital of Art History, so it's chalk full of beautiful things. Also, I was lucky with the weather. Sunny and beautiful. Followed by some mood creating fog.
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| Dome of the Duomo |
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| View from the top of the Duomo |
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| Best view of Firenze? |
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| Statue and bird in the garden |
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| A bit of the country |
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| Clothed in fog |
Visiting Firenze was everything and nothing I expected. The city feels old and alive. It's filled with young people who aren't Italians. But I still heard Italian spoken eveywhichwhere. The people, as always, seem to be the nicest I have ever met. I got a chance to see the famous things--the David, the Duomo, the Uffizzi, and the Ponte Vecchio. I got to see some less well known things--a costume museum, and tucked away gelato shops.
But mostly I loved walking along the river, whose banks have seen the progression of history. Have seen love and death. Have seen the rise and fall of great families and empires, have seen battle and art.
It is a place to walk in today, to follow the steps of so many before.
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