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danieru in tokyo
Sunday, March 13, 2005
 
Firenze II
Wake up just after they stopped serving breakfast, wander around to Duomo - Check this:




Then onto wander around trying to find Dante's house, without luck. Give up, and go see some cathedrals instead. Magnificent stuff. Especially since this woman in the cathedral had a castle on her head.




Boboli gardens. This guy started building a big house. Big, like so big it would humble the Medini aristocrats. His family was bankrupted and forced to sell out to them. The Medini boys finished the job, and now the gardens are a visitor attraction.






The man at the bridge had an excellent scam going. You buy a lock from his stall, and use a permanent marker to write the names of you and your beloved on brass of the lock, and then seal your fate together by securing the lock to the fence, and throwing away the key as demonstrated:



If that man doesn't have the spare key, and a tin of paint stripper, I'm lodging a complaint for stupidity.



Dinner at a decent restaurant by overlooking the bridge, which gave HP the chance to watch lovers succumb to each others charms as the sun set over the Tuscan landscape. Enough to put me off my wild boar pasta.




The another night of wandering from bar to bar and running into Alaskan bloke then onto series of dire pubs. Italy is now a smoke zone. If the guy next to you wants to choke his lungs he must walk outside the bar, saving your clothes and hair from stinking worse than infamous Camel. A less glamorous side effect includes the lowering of cancer risk

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