Our last day in Florence was full of art and architecture and of sculptures and gardens. We didn’t take in nearly enough — so much to see; so little time.
I don’t have anything particularly insightful to say about that day. Still, I’d like to share some of it. So I’ll walk you thru a set of cartoons of where we went — enough to let you walk along with us.
It began with Perseus with Medusa’s head under the open-air arches of the Loggia.
And as if to balance the grotesqueness, just inside the Palazzo Verrechio was Verrocchio’s Putto with Dolphin, which I photographed at the entreaties of Trudy.
Florence beckoned from outside.
Inside, there were angry lions
and men in sculpted agony.
From the windows of the Uffizi Gallery along the river, Florence and distant Tuscany continued to beckon.
as did too much stunning art.
Of course there was Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, where we were not alone.
At the end of the art extravaganza, the Ufizzi Tower looked down at us as we rested outside on a patio.
From here, we crossed the Arno River along the Ponte Vecchio, where in old times the Medici made their way from Palazzo Vecchio to their summer palace. And we slowly made our own way to that very place, to Boboli Garden,
where we climbed the hill and rested our weary wheels and looked out on Tuscany as the sun set in the west.
When the announcement came that the garden was closing, we followed others who were gathered there and made our way back to the gates
and retraced our steps
back to our B&B where we packed our suitcases and collapsed into our beds in preparation for a dawn departure the next day.