With a few more leather jackets and bottles of wine than when we departed with four days ago, we returned from Florence today. It was a bittersweet homecoming. My first day was spent exploring/napping around the Boboli gardens, which was a magical world of sprouting flowers and too much PDA. A few friends and I enjoyed a snooze on some sort of large white blood cell-esque sculptures until loudspeakers around the garden repeatedly “encouraged” us to find the exit. It was a little too similar to the Hunger Games. In any case, this was my favorite part of Florence. I’m sure it was in part due to the long overdue sunshine, which I was beginning to think didn’t exist on this side of the world.
Apologies for posting a macro flower photo. I’m too excited for Spring.
On Friday Papa O took us to gain some wisdom from Andrea Ponsi, a practicing architect in Florence. His studio, which included his home, was as wonderful as his words about the importance of drawing as a way to understand. He also gave a quick demonstration on his drawing and watercoloring techniques while everyone drooled around him. Hopefully he gets some commission from the art stores around; I’m sure they sold several extra watercolor sets that night. Being in his beautiful studio was a real breath of fresh air after so much Renaissance architecture. My eyes were craving some clean, modern lines.
The rest of the trip was spent wandering, getting lost, settling debts with gelato, and pizza. I think everyone enjoyed living at a slower pace for a few days, as well as not having to dodge Smartcars barreling down the streets of Rome. But it does feel nice to be home.
View of Florence from Piazzale Michelangelo