The Uffizi was closed yesterday, so today was our only chance to see the famed Renaissance gallery. Once again, Katelyn was thrilled to see the subjects of her studies and tried not to linger too long in front of Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus. Tour groups were somewhat annoying but the pretty pictures made it more than worth while. Unfortunately we were unable to locate the mythical Bernini sculpture collection that was fabled to be there but we probably would have had to call the fire department to separate Katelyn from them anyway.
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By now, we’re done roaming Rome, so it’s off to Florence, home of Michelangelo, Lenonardo, and a whole bunch of people named Medici. Honestly, you can’t walk ten feet (that’s 3.048 meters to non-Americans) in Firenze without gazing at or walking on or running into or sitting on Something di Medici. Anyway, we took our first train betwixt the two cities, which provided some nice scenic views.
Next to Rome, Florence was the most touristy place we’ve been so far. This was immediately obvious when we got off the train and heard the English of a thousand ugly American tourists. To their credit, this is definitely a place worth visiting—everything’s so florentinian, ya know? Can’t blame ‘em.
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