Firenze - Meanwhile, Back In Florence....
Trip Start Mar 03, 2005
235Trip End Mar 04, 2006
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I checked out of the Hotel and into Melisa's room, sans Melisa. It is strange arriving at someone else's house, when that someone else isn't there and neither are their flatmates. I made myself at home by using the washing machine. I am house trained and will not be marking my territory by peeing in the corners.
My usual breakfast haunt is a small cafe at Via della Scala and Via Benedetta
You just have to love Italy.
In the early afternoon, I headed back to my favourite building in the world, Firenze's Duomo, to climb the Dome. It is a giddy height of over 400 stairs to the roof.
Part of the way up you stop, and enter the internal 'rim' of the Dome, so you can look at the Dome's frescoes close up. Amazingly the lower seem to concentrate solely on the work on the Devil. Demons and Evil are abundant here, before further skywards the mood changes, with arch angels and more Christian types taken the stage
Back to the stairs, you head further upwards in spirals before appearing above Firenze, on the roof of the Dome. It is a completely calm, clear skied and chilly day. The pollution is not fantastic, but it is a mixture of some fog as well. Visibility isn't brilliant, but the nearby landmarks such as the Uffizi, Santa Maria Novella and Santa Croche are clear. From the ground, the Duomo is massive. From up here it is spectacular.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent wandering more new streets and hidden alleys, and indulging back into one of my favourite Italian past times. It certainly is not the correct weather, but today old habits crept in, and I ate 3 gelatos. Gelati and cold weather do not mix. Hence you can not walk and eat now - you buy, then you reamin in the heated shop eating, before heading back into the chilled surrounds. The Caramel at 'Festival di Gelati' is god damn heavenly.
It is Christmas Eve. In keeping with the tradition I have at home, my Christmas shopping is rushed and last minute. Not many presents this year. Just some small gifts for those who have let me stay in their apartment, and for those that I will be spending Christmas Day with. I phoned home to say hello, right in the middle of Carols By Candlelight. It is cold here, warm there. Morning here, night there. It is a strange feeling being this far away.
At least I didn't have to listen to Daryl Somers sing.