Italy Party 3 – Florence
July 25, 2009
the Antsy Atens
So, after leaving Sorrento, we made the long drive north to Florence. But, first, we stopped in Orvieto to see another duomo. This church was beautiful for many reasons, but my favorite thing about it was that some of the windows were made of very thinly sliced wood rather than glass. Fascinating. I don’t have a picture of that, but I do have a picture (Thanks, Bonnie!) of one of the many beautiful stain-glassed windows in the church.

Stain Glass Window

Friends in front of the Orvieto Duomo
We arrived in Florence in the early evening. After dropping off our luggage at the hotel (in the pouring rain), we walked to the Academy and were able to see the amazing statue of David by Michelangelo. It’s breathtaking. I’ve taught World History for 7 years now, and have always told my students how tall it is – 18 feet – but until you stand in front of it, it’s difficult to imagine. The museum was strictly enforcing the no photo rule, so we didn’t get any pictures. But, I do have this picture of a replica of the David, placed in its original location in front of the Medici Palace.

David Replica

Dome of Duomo - so difficult to capture all of church in one picture

The view of Florence and me doing my "Pretty Woman" impersonation

Paradise Gates
Another historical site in Florence is the Ponte Vecchio, or “Old Bridge.” This bridge in its hey-day of the 1400s, was the site of many goldsmith shops on the lower level of stores, and on top of the stores sat offices of the important Medici family (they were the McDougals of Florence). During WWII, as the Allies advanced into Italy and the Germans were retreating, the Nazis destroyed every bridge in Florence except this one. We heard some conflicting stories about why it was preserved, but the one that I think is probably most accurate is that it was too narrow for the American tanks to cross, so why waste ammo? The Nazis decided to blow up the nearby buildings instead, creating rubble that would make it more difficult to cross.

The Ponte Vecchio

Dante Aligheri's Grave

Michelangelo's Grave

I have to admit that when we first started walking through Florence, I thought to myself, “Why did Lucy (“While You Were Sleeping”) want to come here so badly?” But the longer we were in Florence the more my attitude changed. By the end of our stay there, it was probably my most favorite city. Maybe it was the safe atmosphere, or perhaps the slower pace of the people, or quite possibly the bathtub in our hotel room (the only one we’d see the entire trip), something made me fall in love with that city!
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Bonnie |
July 28, 2009 at 1:38 am
Just a little correction – Florence is north of Sorrento
Also…the town we went to was Orvieto. I had to point those things out since you pointed out the whole passport thing earlier
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the Antsy Atens |
July 28, 2009 at 2:39 am
Touche!