Three days ago, we were in Florence. Actually, I love to call it by its Italian name, Firenze. It just sounds more sophisticated, and I’m not even sure why long ago, someone had to Anglicize all of these places in this country, like this city, Rome, Venice, Milan, etc.
Aside from that weird nonsequitir, Firenze is beautiful, cultured and probably one of the most historically rich cities in the world.
The biggest problem? Being one person in throng of what felt like millions of tourists. They were everywhere, so much that you have to make reservations for the two most popular points of interest, the Uffizi Gallery and the Accademia. We managed to get to one of them, to see Michelangelo’s iconic sculpture David, which is quite impressive when you see it in person. However, I wasn’t allowed to take pictures inside the building, so unfortunately I have no photographic proof that RAS and I were there Trust me, we were.
But the cool thing was that our inn was literally steps away from the Duomo, or the Basilica of Santa Maria del Fiore, and all of its associated buildings.
This was after climbing up 400+ stairs in the Campanile, or bell tower. I also managed to snap some cool landscapes of the city:
And of the people who climbed 50 more steps than we did to ascend the dome itself:
Inside the cathedral was a massive space, which was actually sectioned off in parts for smaller Masses:
And the dome’s interior is painted with an astonishingly complex mural, much like the Sistine Chapel in Rome:
This one was only part of dome, and one that came out the clearest with a telephoto lens.
We also traveled down to the Ponte Vecchio, which was used as a large meat market in Renaissance times.
Now it’s just a ticky-tack place of jewelry sellers…and insanely crowded:
Nearby, something that I loved to see was this little tribute to love with inscribed padlocks. Apparently this is a popular trend with couples all over Europe:
We’re now on the last leg of our bike tour. It’s been a lot harder than I thought, mostly because of the heat but also because we slightly underestimated the toughness of the Tuscan Hills for biking. But one more day, in Volterra, and then it’s on to Rome.