This guy masterfully wields two bicycles around the Duomo.
In Florence’s Mercato San Lorenzo, next to the Medici chapel. A skilled artisan decorates a kitchen apron for me with a foot-powered sewing machine of sorts. He says he is a born-and-bred Fiorentino.
The man’s work mesmerizes me. Years of practice make themselves apparent in his dexterous hands. I gawk as he decorates four or five other garments before I am compelled to commission one myself.
Only about 35 blog-worthy Florence photos left to process.
While this Florentine excursion was a huge blast 99% of the time, I had a couple broody homesick days after week one.
I hadn’t connected with another human being on a profound level since I left Paris; the language barrier was really starting to wear me down. Beyond the practical communication necessities, Italians tended to avoid recreational conversation with me, because my grammar was so poor (and it’s not much better now).
I came to Florence for a month alone, whereas study abroad students typically have at least a few friends from home with whom to share the experience. In retrospect, I wouldn’t have it any other way– but before I made friends with some fun-loving Venezuelans, a pair of Durham language students, and a hard-headed Slovenian woman, I was feeling pretty far from home.
In Paris I became increasingly concerned with capturing motion in my stills. This was the night I re-kindled that spirit in Florence.
Bars in Italy are not like bars in America. This is one of the first things one learns in one’s quest to feel less touristy. Ordering a “caffe” will yield the equivalent of a concentrated American espresso, so if you want a more diluted coffee drink, you must order a “caffe latte.”Mendicant street artists make blown-up sidewalk images of 15th century Florentine artwork. People stop and stare, offering a few euro here and there.
Are you starting to see the duality here? Between our obnoxiously sophomoric, loud, fratty American culture, and the deep-seated profundity ubiquitously apparent on the other side of the world?