This blog is the second of Rosemary and my trip to Italy in 2019 and recorded with my A5Galaxy. The first in link below
Tonight. Tomorrow after breakfast we will take a bus on one end of this bridge to go to the railway/bus station where we will board a bus for Siena. We are really ready for home and our cats Niño and Niña.
In the midst of the city - in the Piazza of the Grand Duke, adorned with beautiful statues and the Fountain of Neptune - rises the Palazzo Vecchio, with its enormous overhanging battlements, and the Great Tower that watches over the whole town. In its courtyard - worthy of the Castle of Otranto in its ponderous gloom - is a massive staircase that the heaviest wagon and the stoutest team of horses might be driven up. Charles Dickens - Pictures from Italy
Now that I know this I am going to have to pray for my daughter Hilary if her soul will be saved.
Rosemary tired on the way to the Stibbert.
This caught my eye, too. I inquired. It seems she was in a chain mail scheme.
She and the Murano.
Mambrú se fue a la guerra.
At the Stibbert they had these red curtains...
The weaponry at the Stibbert did not prevent me from noticing some fine details.
I believe the Stibbert dazzled me.
A little corner at the Stibbert caught my eye.
My guess is that the Stibbert may have a collection of armour that tops the Met's in NY.
It was extremely hard to get to. We walked miles. But the Museo Stibbert was worth it. There were no hordes, just tons of armour collected by a man whose father had worked in the East India Company and had all the money.
A lovely Florentine tram. Unlike our Vancouver articulated buses it would not get stuck in the snow.
The other Alex.
From the school of Boticcelli at the Palazzo Vecchio.
Dante at the Museo di Palazzo Vecchio deciding on placing Steve Jobs in the lowest circle of the inferno.