Ode to Florence
Remo_inderbitzin Having been born in the midst of a cold december night can be some kind of a drag - especially if you are a sun loving person like me. So what’s better then taking some time off to use your birthday and set out to seek the light and warmth you are craving for. My girl and I did just that and went to the middle of Italy. Three days in Florence. Oh, old soul, how Splendido!
take a morning walk along the river Arno and it feels like a color bath in a oil painting. Even when the sky is overcast and looks hungover from too many glasses of red wine from the night before, you lift up as soon as you reach the old town. Brown sandstone and marble statues. Lions with crones and coffee with milky fern. Renaissance in winter light:
Perfect for Hipstamatic’s Jane Lens and Ina’s 1982 film.
you walk among genius aesthetics, that’s for sure. Virtuosity galore. Soon you spiral up a gothic flight of winding stairs. To the top of the duomo - which crowns the monumental cathedral Santa Maria del Fiore. Past the commanding ceiling fresco of saints and demons up on a - woah! - holy hight. Now you actually climb inside the rounded cupola of the dome. You breathe hard because its steep and tight. And then you reach the top trough a tiny wooden flap. Blinded by light and hailed with breezy air. And while you scaled the stony belly of the church, the sun has broken trough the morning mist, presenting you the artists’ capital, as wonderfull as a masterpiece.
Take a morning walk along the river Arno and it feels like a color bath in a oil painting. Even when the sky is overcast and looks hungover from too many glasses of red wine from the night before, you lift up as soon as you reach the old town.
