A morning at the Uffizi. OMG, a new entrance of white corridor after white corridor just to get to the three flights of stairs that lead to the top floor where the exhibits begin. And there I was, greeted by Giotto’s Madonna and Child, flanked on either side by one by Duccio and Cimibue.
I know the Uffizi well. I have been there at least 30 times? Very likely more. I know what I want to see and how to maneuver around the crowds to reach my favorite paintings. Two hours was my limit.
In Italian Uffizi means office but this was no office visit. It was as close to heaven as I can get.
I know the Uffizi well. I have been there at least 30 times? Very likely more. I know what I want to see and how to maneuver around the crowds to reach my favorite paintings. Two hours was my limit.
In Italian Uffizi means office but this was no office visit. It was as close to heaven as I can get.
