Packing Up and Back to
Florence
Packing up and again on the bullet train back
to Florence and the workshop. We had a
wonderful time and must have lost weight just laughing let alone walking all
around Venice, and shopping - oh the shopping!
The last thing I intended to focus on was shopping, but the prices are
well below those in the states for the same things - cashmere, leather (Italy
is known for). In the states if I go
into a mall once a year that's a lot.
Generally I detest shopping, but I have to admit this has been fun to
roam through the open air markets, banter and barter in Italian (or try to),
enjoy the aromas and sounds.
But my focus is not on shopping, but the
architecture, the art and the people of Italy.
Everywhere I go I can envision Renaissance men and women dressed in the
attire of the day sweeping through the streets of Venice or Florence,
unencumbered by tourists, and generally tending to the business and social life
of the day. Today's tourists seem out of
place and superfluous in such ancient and magnificent landscapes. We seem crude, loud, and ugly by comparison. The
food is another focus. It is delicious
and fresh in every part of Italy I’ve been.
