Florence: the wrap

Florentine thoughts; (to be consumed with a shot of espresso and a sweet pastry)
Michelangelo's Dave- he is everywhere! Literally in your face at the Gallery, in the main square just in case you missed that, or alternatively at every little street stall for to take one home! Rhonda was impressed by the extraordinary anatomical detail of his .... forearms!! (at least I think that's what she mumbled)

I saw a pair of boxers in the colours of the Italian flag and with a pic of David's goolies on the front. Laugh? I thought of you, Sutts, but Rhonda wouldn't let me buy a pair.


City of statues! If you don't watch out, you'll poke your eye out on one. This fellow looks down on the shoppers on the Ponte Vecchio. He doesn't seem too impressed with all the decadence, and I'm with him on that one. I saw a lot of worried blokes holding hands with their women- too scared to let go in case of a huge Visa bill next month!

Lots of American girls being sized up by young Italian males.

And is it just me or are a lot of Italian men punching way above their weight?

I must be going a bit golf-crazy. 3 weeks without a hit now- I found myself mentally playing a lob wedge to this tight little green on the Arno River. Fore!!

For me , the enormity of this city makes you a bit blase to its extraordinary beauty, and to the years and years of work which these people devoted to their art. (Unless you were Caravaggio, who seemed to get by with a quick masterpiece after breakfast, a seduction or two by lunch, a short siesta in the afternoon before a spot of murder and mayhem at night. Sounds a lot like a Sutton & Macer footy trip, eh?

This pic shows some detail, almost inconsequential, in one of the buildings in Annunciata Square. This building's purpose was to care for abandoned children. A little like MEC in a way?
Each one is a little masterpiece.

And then there were the 4 turtles (NOT the teenage mutant ninja kind!) we saw holding up two giant marble towers, one in each corner. The little sign there explained how these two towers marked the course for chariot races in Roman times. See the pic on Facebook.

Smells, sights, sounds & tastes: Florence has wormed its way into our hearts. We have vowed to return one day and do all the things we missed- including riding to the Chianti on a vespa!

PS Just heard the Swans lost to the Bulldogs! I am shattered...


Next: Venice or bust!