At first I’m struck by the size of David’s hands, they’re enormous and surely disproportionate? The thought quickly replaced with awe as closer examination reveals vein and muscle, the hand could quite literally reach out and I would gladly grasp it. I now know where the expression ‘statuesque’ comes from. As I view the slightly frowning, thoughtful expression etched on his face I can feel the intensity of emotion as he devises a strategy for slaying Goliath. The Statue of David, finally viewed first hand.
I officially declare this a day of statues!
Tearing myself away from my new love, I make my way to the Piazza della Signoria to take a snap of a copy of Michelangelo’s Statue of David as photos are not allowed in the Accademia.
Next a peek inside the Palazzo Vecchio where I fall in love with a pair of sweet Lions.
Next an up close and personal sojourn with thestatues residing in the Loggia dei Lanzi.
Baccio Bandinelli’s Heracles and Cacus; two statues by Giambologna. The equestrian statue of Grand Duke Cosimo I. And one of my personal faves, the Rape of a Sabine, the fine detail of fingers pressed into her flesh continues to intrigue. Beautiful work. As well, Cellini’s Perseus and Medusa.
And of course who can ignore the Neptune Fountain, designed by Ammanati and particularly spectacular at night.
Right, Statues done, wrap the morning by finding a tiny little restaurant with the very best spaghetti yet…but that’s another story!
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A minor setback…rain! Bucketing! When yesterday there was none, today necessitating brollies, raincoats, and hoodies and we have ’em all…just back in Florence. Fifi is NOT amused!
While Fifi refuses to fight stairs in the pouring rain, Pix forges ahead to capture grey mist driven views of the usually vibrant hillside villages. Tiny softly muted houses clinging to cliff sides, boats bobbing in the turbulent harbour, fishermen waiting patiently for a break in the clouds, brightly coloured boats upturned and scattered across the rocks and slipway…the vision is beautifully raw, rugged and wild. Just imagine what it will look like on sunny days?
in heated hand gesturing argument. She walks away. He doesn’t follow…a relationship breakup with one witness…me. Tourists with brash American accents seeking off street leather outlets, gelato dripping down their arms. Mine’s in check.
