I want to tell you about our hotel, but I'll save that for an individual blog.
Anyway, we spent the day walking and visited the sites of the city. We have a beautiful view from our room...the Duomo in all its glory is right across the street (this was the only benefit of the hotel). It's a magnificent site, but I was a little disappointed in the interior...not nearly as decorative as the others, but a site nonetheless.
We headed over to the square to see the statues. I always thought, based on my own experience, that Italian men were built like stallions, but the figures we saw were like little boys. I zoomed in on one statue...you can see there is no correlation from the hand to the jewels.
We also reveled in the fact that it was men embracing men, men standing over children....well just look at the pictures and you'll know what I mean.
We headed over the bridge and the River Arno on our way to Boboli Gardens....what a magnificent (I know I keep using that word but it's the only way to describe this country and its treasures) view of Firenzie. After I finished taking pictures at the summit I realized I left my tote bag in the cab; luckily it just had postcards and a scarf I bought that morning, but it was still a disappointing loss.
Anna headed off in a different direction, so Betty and I decided to head back to the hotel. Betty was in the lead and kept saying 'I can see the Duomo' and we kept walking and walking and walking. She used the excuse that the town had swallowed the Duomo, because she couldn't see the dome. We eventually made it back to the room...Anna beat us!!!!
Dinner was at a cafeteria....not your usual....they had pasta dishes and chicken and more...they heated up your selection and you sat and enjoyed (?) your dinner.
Tomorrow...Pisa.
Anyway, we spent the day walking and visited the sites of the city. We have a beautiful view from our room...the Duomo in all its glory is right across the street (this was the only benefit of the hotel). It's a magnificent site, but I was a little disappointed in the interior...not nearly as decorative as the others, but a site nonetheless.We headed over to the square to see the statues. I always thought, based on my own experience, that Italian men were built like stallions, but the figures we saw were like little boys. I zoomed in on one statue...you can see there is no correlation from the hand to the jewels. We also reveled in the fact that it was men embracing men, men standing over children....well just look at the pictures and you'll know what I mean.
We headed over the bridge and the River Arno on our way to Boboli Gardens....what a magnificent (I know I keep using that word but it's the only way to describe this country and its treasures) view of Firenzie. After I finished taking pictures at the summit I realized I left my tote bag in the cab; luckily it just had postcards and a scarf I bought that morning, but it was still a disappointing loss.
Anna headed off in a different direction, so Betty and I decided to head back to the hotel. Betty was in the lead and kept saying 'I can see the Duomo' and we kept walking and walking and walking. She used the excuse that the town had swallowed the Duomo, because she couldn't see the dome. We eventually made it back to the room...Anna beat us!!!!
Dinner was at a cafeteria....not your usual....they had pasta dishes and chicken and more...they heated up your selection and you sat and enjoyed (?) your dinner.
Tomorrow...Pisa.
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