Wonder # 4 Morning in Florence
Early morning in Florence is the best part of the day for me. I leave my apartment about seven and turn left or right. Left to the Piazza della Signoria, right toward the Duomo.
Today it was right as I headed to the southern door of the Duomo to start my day meditating in one of the chapels beneath Brunelleschi’s dome. I tell the guard ‘La Messa’ and in I go. When Mass starts at 7:30, the silence is over and so I leave for my first cappuccino of the day.
I head toward the Arno, cross the Ponte Vecchio, and continue on to Piazza Santo Spirito and the Cabiria & Ricche Bar. They know me now; as I walk in the door they start my cappuccino and put a brioche vuota on a plate. In I go to the little cafe room where I am writing this now.
In a bit I will be meeting my daughter and granddaughter arriving from Rome at the Santa Maria Novella train station. My week of solitude is about to change into a week of community, joy and love. Very grateful. Who knows how my posting will go?
Early morning in Florence is the best part of the day for me. I leave my apartment about seven and turn left or right. Left to the Piazza della Signoria, right toward the Duomo.
Today it was right as I headed to the southern door of the Duomo to start my day meditating in one of the chapels beneath Brunelleschi’s dome. I tell the guard ‘La Messa’ and in I go. When Mass starts at 7:30, the silence is over and so I leave for my first cappuccino of the day.
I head toward the Arno, cross the Ponte Vecchio, and continue on to Piazza Santo Spirito and the Cabiria & Ricche Bar. They know me now; as I walk in the door they start my cappuccino and put a brioche vuota on a plate. In I go to the little cafe room where I am writing this now.
In a bit I will be meeting my daughter and granddaughter arriving from Rome at the Santa Maria Novella train station. My week of solitude is about to change into a week of community, joy and love. Very grateful. Who knows how my posting will go?