At 90€ for a round-trip per person, the train ride from Rome to Florence doesn’t come cheap. But the lure of seeing Michelangelo’s David won and on a cool November morning, we found ourselves in Florence.
Here’s the first set of pictures of the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore. I don’t think I’ve seen something this intricate at this scale. I’d probably not be saying this if Taj Mahal wasn’t a distant childhood memory but whenever I visit next, I know what the Taj will be up against:
There was something about the marble of the cathedral’s floor that caused me to stare at it mesmerised:
The figures in the fresco painted on the dome, sometimes create a head-spinning illusion of being 3-dimensional figurines looking down on you:
Whenever I see an old couple now, The Beatles’ ‘When I am 64’ starts looping in my head even if the couple in question is decidedly older:
My most enduring memory of the Cathedral is that of its walls bathed in sunlight…
…and these bicycles parked outside
