Saturday, April 10, 2010
This is memorable... beautiful spring day, my first time in Florence, and Juliet shows me the sights. Suddenly Brunelleschi's dome looms into sight at the end of one of a maze of narrow streets that just don't seem right for holding cars. The sense of scale is extreme. Buildings push into the street from either side; the church is huge, the duomo sloping up in curved segments like slices of an orange. You can forget the trench of centuries between 1450 and now... it's a miracle of size and delicacy, this thing, anchoring the city around a structure that has been rightly used as a reference point since before the time when Michelangelo Buonarrotti walked in its shadow.