...an annunciation in S.Croce. As iconic scenes go this is the right one to choose: a lovely young girl is told by an angel that she's going to have a baby. A young man dying, pierced by nails, is in a different category altogether.
We stayed in what had once been part of the Badia, a Benedictine Abbey in the very heart of Florence, originally built in the 10th century, but reconstructed later. We slept in a vast room with a bit of fresco on the wall. I first stayed there almost forty years ago....
A vast desk there too.
At Malpensa Airport the things we sit on are red too.
.... the barstool and the bar which stretches on forever.
Ah! The endless fascination of portals. The comings-in and goings-out and the endless speculation about what is both hidden and revealed. What we long to glimpse though half-opened windows and doors that remain closed.
The front door of the house where I lived in the 70's.
The small window at the top, through which you can see the sky, is above the disused church on via dei Macci. The space up there was vast and mysterious. Forty years ago it was rented for $8 a month --paid clandestinely to a priest. I wonder what's up there now.
Such a severe window on the Lungarno. Bars. Shutters. Venetian blinds too. What can be going on in there?
The open door of the yarn shop near S. Lorenzi is much more cheerful. And what a selection of wool! Much too much acrylico of course but Italian pura lana too. I am on a hat knitting tear just now. Family: you have been warned......
In piazza Signoria what a wonderful name --Uguccione! How much more romantic Guiseppe Verdi sounds than Joe Green. Jack Newhouse sounds like a cad, but Casanova has distinct possibilities....
I always wanted a house with a huge interior courtyard, a cloister garden even, or fruit trees as in a riad..... please send any spare change ......
A sentinel at the door.
My friend Tracy, who lives in Norway, has a super current post about KINDNESS.
I noticed a very splendid hat all on its own in a window. A sign of good taste my mother always said......as few things as possible ... not eveything all jumbled together.
Piazza della Republica.
Grownups like cell phones; children like icecream. Well, children like cell phones too but I think gelato wins.
Waiting for tickets at S.Marco to see the Fra Angelicos. This time I was most interested in a panel painting of the blessed and the damned. The damned were so miserable they were chewing on their arms and the blood was popping out. Not what usually springs to mind when thinking of Beato Angelico.....
I am not quite sure why tripe is so popular, but it is.
I was glad the little dog was allowed into the vinaio.
Not to mention the lady with the very fancy stockings going into Mescita.
Robertchanneling his inner Savonarola and contemplating a chickenesque career change.