Entry June 1, 2012
Today was grand. It's a fitting word really because suggestively so, there was much expansion of my excitement in seeing the expanse of this city. The magnitude of the architecture, the intricacies of navigation, the multiplicity of the word "piazza" and "via." Side-stepping cars and motorized things. The hum of this city would sound like a 2 cylinder kick-start if you had to describe it. But in the details, the earnestness of "lacksadaisicality" (an apt descriptor of the nonsense of city dwelling) is really just grand. The sluggishness perhaps is what can be attributed to its vast and remaining historicity. And the care for preservation is rather paradoxical to its leisure. I witnessed 4 street cleaning crews throughout the city today - pressure washing the stoned alleys with soapy water... serious concern for aesthetic i you ask me. But rightfully so. The Duomo is like a brain exercise just to behold. From the clouds you perceive a tortoise shell of a defense with those clay-colored roofs squaring every inch. But on the ground, indeed, there's a sluggish haze tinted like purple wine and gray-green granite of old. Like an architectural regret in vogue, the Duomo defends it's deep forest inlays.
Wine, salad, pasta, gelato - par for this course. Redefining par to mean a hole in one to maintain the integrity of the analogy, in this case.
view of the duomo from piazza michelangelo, home of the patina fake david
kiwi and mojito
san lorenzo cathedral
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