I think this is Wednesday I am reporting on now.
I can’t think of a better way to start the day than this picture.
I took a walk after the espresso and found this new pop up art at San Lorenzo Cathederal. As I was organizing my approach to this photo, the man standing with the lady in the red sweater came up to me and said “is all wrong!!!” I shrugged my shoulders and he said “How do you hold something up without touching it.” Even though he was speaking english I could not keep up with him. The rest of the story, as near as I can, tell was something along the lines of those young geniuses in Milan never thought to take into consideration the little bumpout at the bottom of the wall that keeps David from touching the wall. Why go to Milan for an artist when he can lean out of his office window and see that it is wrong.
So this was completely unexpected. It seems Italy and Scotland were scheduled to have a soccer match in Florence on Thursday but all of the fans showed up on Wednesday morning. Well what is a soccer fan to do with 40 hours before a soccer match – drink beer of course. They have several intresting customs that get acted out during this time. First, they sing songs at each other. To be fair these are pretty agressive songs with lots of “f” bombs embedded. At the same time they have a soccer ball that they keep in play in my front yard. Someone will kick the ball in the air and then it will decend somewhere in the crowd and if the person selected by the ball executes a worthy effort by keeping the ball in the air and inside the Piazza then there is an explosive chear, however if there is an oppisite result then there is a collective moan. If the ball ends up in front of a policeman there is no end to songs that breakout.
Did I mention they have drums as well. The next morning the maintenance people were sweeping all of the broken bottles and trash. The last thing I found interesting is that they all had to get to the stadium. People with the same team jerseys on were getting into fights as to who got the cab.
The match was over 24 hours ago and I am still hearing soccer songs out my window.
A little bling from the alter at san Lorenzos.
There is a lady I know in Eugene who is taking the first steps to become a sculpter. This would be cool to have at the front door.
And now the street art begins.
This reminds me of the farm in Sun Downer, Kansas. You never knew who was ciming to dinner. Those are the barn coats hanging on the wall – you could tell who was at the table by looking at the coats hanging on the wall.
I don’t know what this is about.
I don’ know anything about this or the one following.
And we will end with Peace Street.