I've been away - or, I should say, I'm still away, as I write this from a rooftop apartment high up in the eaves of Florence. Bong go the bells, and the fountain splashes. Or should that be, the fountain 'plasheth'? It all feel unreal.
A week in Italy, and where do I start? I have been soaking, nay, rolling, nay, wallowing in the art. Poor J. He was heard to tell the man on the desk here in Florence tonight when we checked in that he had had enough art, only to find out that the check-in man is a student of art history and off the talk goes again.
Here's a picture or two instead of my several thousand words:
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