The David
We went to go and see Michaelangelo's David yesterday, an undertaking that people queue AROUND the block for. Which is sort of funny when you consider that the entire gallery and pull of this one tiny museum is just this big marble man.
He is quite something to behold, though I'll say I'm a bit jaded after the experience at the Leaning Tower. Jaded in that I'm spoiled by wonders EVEN LARGER than Michaelangelo's DAVID! Source of every dirty postcard fit to send your grandmother!
... Oh my.
No photos were allowed at the David, but I think Charles took some anyway. They also had various pieces-of-David postcards available (I thought it was a bit scandalous considering he's a Biblical figure and all) so a few of you might be bequeathed with some David Ass. Since I couldn't take the photo of it myself.
I'm trying my hardest to keep up-to-date with the photo uploading, but I'll admit it's slow and when I woke up before everyone today, I wandered over to the net café to try and play catchup.
Here is my Italian Collection. It includes all sets thus far that I've managed to get up.
I bought the most beautiful serving tray and matching hot plate. It does seem sort of silly considering my recent eating habits to be buying a hot plate in Italy, but hell, I'll have it all my life. I've done more shopping here too than I did anywhere else, but I think that's probably OK too.
Tomorrow I fly to Madrid. I'm giving my big suitcase to the gang to take back to the States for me, and taking my handbag and smaller bag with me to Spain and Germany. I can't believe how long I've been gone, or how long it'll be still til I get home.
Nor can I believe that in the Leather Capital of the World, I cannot find a replacement green leather backpack for rosefox. Phooey.
He is quite something to behold, though I'll say I'm a bit jaded after the experience at the Leaning Tower. Jaded in that I'm spoiled by wonders EVEN LARGER than Michaelangelo's DAVID! Source of every dirty postcard fit to send your grandmother!
... Oh my.
No photos were allowed at the David, but I think Charles took some anyway. They also had various pieces-of-David postcards available (I thought it was a bit scandalous considering he's a Biblical figure and all) so a few of you might be bequeathed with some David Ass. Since I couldn't take the photo of it myself.
I'm trying my hardest to keep up-to-date with the photo uploading, but I'll admit it's slow and when I woke up before everyone today, I wandered over to the net café to try and play catchup.
Here is my Italian Collection. It includes all sets thus far that I've managed to get up.
I bought the most beautiful serving tray and matching hot plate. It does seem sort of silly considering my recent eating habits to be buying a hot plate in Italy, but hell, I'll have it all my life. I've done more shopping here too than I did anywhere else, but I think that's probably OK too.
Tomorrow I fly to Madrid. I'm giving my big suitcase to the gang to take back to the States for me, and taking my handbag and smaller bag with me to Spain and Germany. I can't believe how long I've been gone, or how long it'll be still til I get home.
Nor can I believe that in the Leather Capital of the World, I cannot find a replacement green leather backpack for rosefox. Phooey.