I think it is Friday which means the soccer game was over almost 20 hours ago and there are still two Scot’s with their backs against a wall breathing loudly. I do not think they are going any where soon.
I had to go into stealth mode for this – is that Bruce L. staring at me. I don’t know how that beer got on my table.
I wish I had something clever to say about this, but I don’t.
Bruce L. in the morning and then Steve H. in the afternoon. Is it possible?.
The mass and space projected by the Duomo is very humbling when you walk up a side street, stop to look up and see the Duomo’s presence overwhelm you.
Speaking of looking up. while I was looking up I tripped over something I should have seen on the ground. I have no idea who this person was but will try to do some research over the next few days.
It is too much to cover the entire story of the column but the short version is St Zenobius was buried in the old Cathedral of the Church of Santa Reparata. When the Duomo was finished his remains were moved to the Duomo. On the move the procession brushed up against an elm tree and at the mere touch the elm tree went into full bloom even even though it was deep winter. This is the location of the elm tree and is the center of of a celebration on January 27.
It is hard to convey the strength and presence of this Duomo complex. It is a miracle to me that it ever came to exist in the first place and it is a further miracle that it continues to exist.
Ditto
Apparently balloons rise off the river all the time in Florence. No one seems very excited about this event.
This is Naomi, one of the jewelry artist’s I get to work with this year. Her strength is her patience not to take the tools out of my hand and telling me to sit in a corner and be quiet.
Right now it looks like a blob of siver – I hope it comes together.