As Henry James said in his Italian Hours:
‘It is the most feminine of cities. It speaks to you with that same soft low voice which is such an excellent thing in a woman. Other cities beside it are great swearing and shuffling rowdies. Florence has an immortal soul. You look into her grey eyes…so studious, so sensitive, so human.’
He wasn’t always so positive. For example:
‘Today Florence loves herself in dusty boulevards and elegant residential areas. A medieval city, with the effect of some precious page of antique text swallowed up in a marginal commentary that smacks of the style of the newspaper.’
My suspicion is that a few of you are going to find something humourous to say about one or both of those quotes, but I’m going to let my photos of this glorious day in Florence do the talking for me. Here you are:
I asked for pics and I got them! Thank you. Well, I realize it likely wasn’t solely for my benefit. Beautiful indeed. I hope everyone clicks on each one to really enjoy them. Please travel lots more.
Of course Jackie-these photos were for you. All for you.
Gorgeous photos, I regret never having been to Florence and even more so now.
I can only repeat what I said last year, I still regret never having visited Florence but can do so vicariously through your blog and the beautiful photos, thank you.