Twenty-two days of one journey. Day sixteen. Part 2
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At about 15.00 we went to Piazza della Signoria. . .
. . . and leisurely went around all its nooks and crannies, examined all the details of the sculptures.
Neptune turned his head in my direction and looked inquiringly while I photographed him:
Then they turned away from each other, he stayed to take a shower and pose:
We went further. Perseus waved goodbye to the Gorgon's head from afar.
I mentally advised him to be careful with the female sex.
It is very interesting to watch our brother-tourist, how in Pisa they stretch out their hands to the sculptures and their individual parts, in the photo these parts are already in their hands. Funny. It's in full swing, people are in darkness.
This is the entrance to the Palazzo Vecchio:
We looked around the courtyard:
We didn't go to the museum, after almost five hours in the Uffizi we got a little crazy.
I totally agree with Dante. . .
I also "saw Florence at rest, which had no reason to cry with these people, I saw so many glorious and just people... ".
Along the street named after him. . .
. . . we got to the Republic Square, "dived" into the arch.
Shouldn't we visit Santa Maria del Fiore (La Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore)?
After all, we haven’t been to any museum for about an hour, but when we saw a hundred-meter line. . .
. . . at the entrance (and you also need to buy tickets), postponed until the next time.
We walked around a bit.
To Giotto's tower. . .
. . . also did not dare - high, and legs bo-bo.
In this cafe. . .
. . . we had a bite, we were served by a pretty attentive blonde - a Muscovite, I didn't ask her name, she had been in Italy for a long time. It's good, tasty, but too expensive.
Here is the sign again:
If you stop, they will bring you a letter of happiness in your teeth. Even then, for two hours, we meandered through the streets.
We took a portion of ice cream (gelato - that's right), looked down at the license plate - from Odessa.
And here is the Church of Santa Croce, closing in two minutes.
Closed.
We'll be back here. To bow to the graves of Michelangelo, Dante, Machiavelli, Galileo and others we consider it a duty, and we repay the debts.
Across the Ponte alle Grazie. . .
. . . "crossed" to our shore, and repeated part of yesterday's route in the opposite direction, saw what we missed yesterday.
We looked into the courtyard:
And here are the offices of management companies:
Iron Man. . .
. . . indicated where we should go next. We went to our Roman street (via Romane)...
. . . along which we reached the hotel without hind and front legs after a nine-hour excursion. Tomorrow in the garden.
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