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.
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