Rick and I joined our group for the final trip to Florence at 7 a.m. On the schedule were Sta. Croce, the Museo dell' Opera (works of the Duomo or Cathedral), and a look at the Baptistery doors. The weather was unbelievably cool and lent an air of ease to the trip that was absent the first two times that we visited. We walked more briskly but were less rushed somehow.
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Luca della Robia-dancing cymbalers
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Amongst the treasures of the city, the most rewarding sight for me was seeing Rick get to stand in Sta. Croce where many of his heroes are now buried or have stood themselves. I took pictures of him next to Machiavelli's tomb and didn't quite capture the moment but here is one:
At about 2 pm we had finished a full day. We went off to explore-ate a wonderful simple lunch at Gusto Leo pizzaria, climbed the Torre of the Duomo, went to the Baptistery (my second time and it is still totally magical), and got the requisite late afternoon gelato.
One sculpture that really stays with me was the Mary Magdalene by Donatello. It is such a moving image-it shows her in the wilderness mourning and emaciated after fasting from grief. I love art but am not normally so struck by it. This small wooden statue is so atypical of any of the many lovely ones I've seen ... no words for it.
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