Here in Florence I’ve been getting up at 6:30 and turning out the light by 9:30. In between, I have acquired a pair of bookends to hold my daily rhythm in place. In the morning I walk along the Arno before writing on my computer at a café; in the evening I write in my journal at a restaurant before taking another walk along the Arno. Usually I let the middle of the day take care of itself by not planning too much ahead. I just wander about and end up at just the right place. For instance this morning I found myself at the Convent of San Marco gazing at the Fra Angelico frescoes in the monks cells, and stepping into the first public library in Italy created by Cosimo the Elder in about 1443.
Tomorrow I will be a little more scheduled because I have an 8:30 reservation to climb the Duomo. And with that, my 48 hour ticket will be activated for entry to the Museo dell'Opera del Duomo, the Baptistry, the Campanile, and the Crypt of Santa Reparata under the Duomo
At the moment I’m writing in park of the Art School near the Porta Romana. It appears that the school is permanently closed, but the expansive park is alive with people enjoying themselves. They are reading, studying, writing--that’s me-- chatting, walking their dogs, and watching kids on the jungle gyms. Sometimes I seen a soccer game going on in the middle of the field, but not today.
Back to my bookends and schedule. It occurs to me that I have a similar schedule at home. Creatures of habit, we are. But, I sure like playing it out in a different venue.
Tomorrow I will be a little more scheduled because I have an 8:30 reservation to climb the Duomo. And with that, my 48 hour ticket will be activated for entry to the Museo dell'Opera del Duomo, the Baptistry, the Campanile, and the Crypt of Santa Reparata under the Duomo
At the moment I’m writing in park of the Art School near the Porta Romana. It appears that the school is permanently closed, but the expansive park is alive with people enjoying themselves. They are reading, studying, writing--that’s me-- chatting, walking their dogs, and watching kids on the jungle gyms. Sometimes I seen a soccer game going on in the middle of the field, but not today.
Back to my bookends and schedule. It occurs to me that I have a similar schedule at home. Creatures of habit, we are. But, I sure like playing it out in a different venue.