Today, a perfect sunny day, my last full day living in Florence, for now, that is. I got up early to get the most of it. By 6:25 I was walking along the Arno, crossing the Ponte Vecchio, and climbing up to the Piazzale Michelangelo. The street cleaners were out, vendors were setting up, but for the most part I had the place to myself.
Next stop, San Marco, once again to see the Fra Angelico frescoes in the monks’ cells. An hour there, and then across the street to catch Bus #7 for Fiesole. There I climbed to the Church of San Francesco at the top of the hill, and then wandered the streets of Fiesole, peeking through the fences to glimpse the magnificent homes and their views of the Duomo in the valley below. Privacy is well protected but I did come across a sign indicating the house that Frank Lloyd Wright rented in 1919.
Alas, my final lunch of bruschetta on the square before taking the bus back to Florence. Walking back to the apartment I noted that although the lines to climb the Duomo and the Campanile were looong, there was no cue to get in the cathedral. So in I went for a quick good-bye.
These two weeks have provided a rewarding experiment in living in the moment. Yesterday I completed Draft # 6 of my memoir about my mom. It's finally ready to be fine-tuned. I'm 'very grateful'.
I wrote this yesterday and am posting in before I head for the airport for a 9:55 flight to Frankfurt and then on to Boston.
Next stop, San Marco, once again to see the Fra Angelico frescoes in the monks’ cells. An hour there, and then across the street to catch Bus #7 for Fiesole. There I climbed to the Church of San Francesco at the top of the hill, and then wandered the streets of Fiesole, peeking through the fences to glimpse the magnificent homes and their views of the Duomo in the valley below. Privacy is well protected but I did come across a sign indicating the house that Frank Lloyd Wright rented in 1919.
Alas, my final lunch of bruschetta on the square before taking the bus back to Florence. Walking back to the apartment I noted that although the lines to climb the Duomo and the Campanile were looong, there was no cue to get in the cathedral. So in I went for a quick good-bye.
These two weeks have provided a rewarding experiment in living in the moment. Yesterday I completed Draft # 6 of my memoir about my mom. It's finally ready to be fine-tuned. I'm 'very grateful'.
I wrote this yesterday and am posting in before I head for the airport for a 9:55 flight to Frankfurt and then on to Boston.