“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Day 93 – 5th August, Wednesday – Firenze

Mum and I got up before dawn to climb to the Piazza Michelangelo with the cameras and get a shot of the city with the first rays on it. The climb wasn’t good, but the view was well worth it.
We returned a couple of hours later to wake the guys for breakfast after walking he entire centre of Florence again. Then spent the rest of the morning in a Serial Killer museum! Very creepy and quite disgusting at times; Google ‘Albert Fish’ for a sick way to perk up a Friday afternoon at the office.
The day disappeared into more beer, more wine and a very tasty platter of typical Italian cheese and meats, which were gone before the waiter had a chance to explain what they were – oops.
Aside from the obvious astounding art, history and architecture, Florence now seems to be the place to go for real leather handbags, tacky souvenirs and very expensive beer. I still love it but think that at the height of summer, with so many guided tours on the move through the streets, three days is probably enough time to stay before its’ charm is overshadowed by the heat, the street beggars and the stench of steaming horse crap.

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