La Fine di Firenze

It has been a joy to look back through photos from our last day in Florence–and boy, did we do it up right.

On the earlier side of the morning, with the help of some cappuccinos, we hup-two’d over to the Galleria dell’Accademia to behold the famous statue of David, crafted by Michaelangelo.



I know.

Whether I overheard this from one of the many nearby tour guides, or gleaned it from our trusty old friend Rick Steves, I can’t remember…but I believe Michaelangelo carved this out of an unwanted, undesirable block of marble. Nobody wanted to touch it, but this 26-year-old was up for the challenge.

Of course, it fascinated my little mind to think about all the ways Michaelangelo and his work intertwine with the story of David. Young. Outcast. Overlooked. Courageous. Facing giants, literal and figurative. Victorious. Timeless.

It’s all so satisfyingly fitting.


After caffeinating and eating, we took on a giant of our own–the Palazzo Pitti.



And that’s just the outside.

Mesmerized, I couldn’t help but transport myself to another time and imagine what it would be like to roam these halls as a tenant, rather than a tourist.





I kid you not, with each room we entered, my jaw dropped open a little more.

Each room, seemingly more ornate than the last, lavishly decorated from floor to ceiling.







Word of advice: if you ever venture to Italy, be sure to find some good exercises to strengthen your neck muscles. You’ll spend a good amount of time looking up.

And what good would a palace be if its opulence wasn’t rivaled by beautiful views of the surrounding city.





To say nothing of the sculptures and statues.



And what palace would be complete without a courtyard and gardens:




These photos really can’t do this place justice, nor do they even begin to scratch the surface–I took so many more. But if a picture is worth a thousand words, I think I’ve gone on long enough.

After a little siesta (wait, what country are we in?), our sore and tired feet carried us to a place close by for dinner. Some reprieve awaited them the next day with a train ride to our next destination–Venice!

Farewell, Firenze. Until next time.

PHOTO CREDIT: My dad. Too pretty to keep to myself.

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