We've been going to Florence at every first opportunity lately.
We really feel at home there, and spend days just talking and watching all these people from all over the world as they form very long, orderly, winding queues following their guides and their bright umbrellas, with steely determination. All these people taking in all this knowledge, they all sometimes look as if they are in a terrible rush to take it all in, snapping away and frantically reading their books.
We watch them and do just the opposite.
We sit in squares or by the river and let all this crowding around monuments, statues, churches and palazzis wash over us.
We simply soak in the beauty.
We can feel the presence of all this amazing artists and politicians, thinkers and inventors, people who had the courage to look at the world in a different way and do something about it.
We can sense all the amazing, momentous events that have taken place there long before our birth.
It's a perfect place to sit, and talk, talk, talk.
As I haven't had my camera with me on this "introspective" trips with my friends, I only took some holiday snaps here and there.
I spare you the ones of ourselves "My Space" style!
Florence is just something else, isn't it?