Florence

The smell of the early rain replaced the smell of wet grass. Clouds covered the sky as they always did. A short walk to the bakery supplied me with breakfast of Pizza Bianca. An Italian dish of bread with olive oil and salt. Yum! Another short walk dumped us at a taxi line. Right next to it was ancient ruins, that also acted as a cat sanctuary, Gatti Roma. No cat prowled the old stone rubble.

Arriving at the train station was easy. Finding the train, that was a different story. Though it was not terribly difficult it was also not terribly easy. We had to wait for the station number. Finally we boarded the train. Some one had taken our seats though. We just took 4 together and hoped no one would complain. My dad explained that Florence in Italian was Firenze. The both mean flower.

The first thing we did once we were alone on the streets of Florence was stop at a church. It was incredibly boring. I occupied myself by nagging my dad. And look at the colored light the stained glass produced. Finally we left the church.

The whole purpose of going to Florence was museums. The first museum was filled with… art. The were unfinished statues and the statue of David. While my dad drew David I drew another statue from a different museum. (It ended up headless). We came to a room filled with statues. It was a little overwhelming.

After the museum we ate lunch and got gelato. I got honey, lavender, and milk with chocolate. It was delicious! Then we went to another museum.

This one was vast with never ending halls of busts and paintings. Ugh! After about an hour of slow walking and sore feet we proceeded to the exit. After gift shop after gift shop (one which had a book called “cats in art” that had a quote that I liked. “a dog is a dog, a bird is a bird, and a cat is a person”.

After a long day and throbbing feet we got on the train back to Rome.

-Hattie