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Now John at the bar is a friend of mine.

Day 2: epic. After a Night #1 beerfest, and then the most comprehensive hostel breakfast I have known, Matt, new Ohioan bestest-friend Mason, Japanese cutie Tongko (?) and I hit the following: Galleria dell’Accademia, home of Michelangelo’s David and bulk Jesus-wing art (soap-box on this one day); the inside of the Duomo (4th largest on Earth); the Museo del Bargello on the site of the old town gallows (follow Uncle Paul*, he always serves up the gore), with Donatello’s David, the first free-standing nude sculpture since antiquity, that is, alora, laying down due to restoration; Chiesa di Orsamichele, a grain market turned into a beautiful church; the dome of the Duomo (who needs logical order?) which is unspeakably good; and finally the baptistery out the front of the Duomo, where Dante was baptised (der).

The dome was the highlight. I have climbed many things to give a city wide view in the last few years, and many are disappointing. Not so here. The views of the fresco on the inside and the views over Florence on the ouside are superb, and almost as romantic as the Venezia of my memory. A deep shame the only lady in our party had gone to Spain and I was up there with two hairy blokes.

Dinner was a legitimate bistecca alla fiorentina, the legendary 1 kg steak, which I shared with Matt.

Day 3: Uffizi. After hitting the beer again, Matt, Mason, myself and new addition, Canuck Paul, went to the Uffizi. One hour in line. Many hours of taking in the collection of the infamous Medici family. There was much iconography (rant still yet to come), but despite its foul reputation for disorganisation, the gallery manages to take you through the development of European art from the 1200s through 1800s quite informatively. The high points were the Botticelli selection, particularly La Primavera, which when someone once told me it was on the right of The Birth of Venus, actually meant in the display, and not in the sense of them being a continuous piece as I had believed; the Venus of Urbino, who is doing something I always enjoy seeing; and Gentileschi’s Judith beheading Holofernes. The later is chilling in it’s realism and the expression of distaste but dispassion on the murderers’ faces. It is as though they are performing any other tedious and messy chore. After this, we bummed around the south side of the Arno to round out the day.

Everywhere I got, John the Baptist is getting his head knocked off.
This, as always, improves the understanding of such things by a heretic such as I.

And you know what, it’s all going to be okay.

* We all know Alan has many Saturday nights of uncertain result.

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(Anonymous)
Aug. 31st, 2008 01:13 pm (UTC)
Zombie apocalypse (as opposed to one of the lemon cannon variety)
Apropos nothing, you'll appreciate this:

http://www.cracked.com/article_15643_5-scientific-reasons-zombie-apocalypse-could-actually-happen.html

Jodie
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