Dawn had just broken as I lost my way from the train station to my hostel. Enormous billowing cumulonimbus clouds were lit a light satiny gold against a sky pink and blue with sunrise. In some places, an unhealthy gray-yellow interrupted the blue making it look like it was going to rain. It did rain, in fact. When it rains in Paris, everything is gray - the sky, the buildings, the people even. The rain makes Florence more vivid, the yellowing walls and red roofs gleaming.
Florence was divino. I can't wait to go back to Italy!
Photo record of my trip:
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| Porto Vecchio |
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| Banks of the Arno |
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| Boboli Gardens |
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| Palazzo Pitti |
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| Palazzo Pitti |
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| Firenze! |
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| Santa Croce |
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| Oh haaay, Dante! |
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| O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? |
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| Il Duomo |
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| Il Duomo |
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| Baptistry doors |
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And I got to see an old, dear friend, too!
Amore amore amore!
Maria
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