Act 2, Scene 14
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Aside from The David, the other icon of Firenze (Florence) is The Duomo, or Cathedral. It's equally as captivating as The David with even more of a storied history but Ill spare you the gory details and just give you the glorious images instead.
You can get a closer look at the ceiling if you opt for the climb up to the lantern at the top of Brunellesci's famous dome.
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Across from the Duomo is the Baptistry, originally a Roman temple. You can see the Roman symbols and arches in the walls.
The ceilings are done in gold mosaic. Rumor has it these scenes helped inspire Dantes images of hell. There are all sorts of horrific pictures of satan eating people, demons torturing the damned, etc.
But the real story around the baptistery is about the doors, the famed "gates of heaven."
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It's a long wait, a 10,000 lire ticket, and an incredibly long hike - something like 436 steps, but the view is definitely worth it. If you're claustrophobic or acrophobic you might want to think twice, but the view really is worth just about any price and pain.
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Another of the antique photos of Firenze I found in a flea market in the States. |
Wed picked
a new hotel for the weekend, Hotel Azzi. Visconti had been good to us,
but Azzi took Visa and was a little closer to the thick of things. The
Azzi manager offered to show us the room options. One had a decent view,
but the other had a shower and sink in the room so we opted for the lesser
view. We had a short but sweet roll in the bed, followed by a siesta. For dinner we hunted something
good and affordable. Wandering the back streets paid off again in the
form of a tiny family-run restaurant complete with checkered table clothes
and old Chianti bottles for candlesticks. For 25,000 lire each we got
1/2 a liter of excellent red wine, a couple of courses and choice of dessert.
I started with a wonderful tortellini in cheese sauce, Heather tried a
vegetable soup that was OK. For the main course, Heather hit the jackpot
with eggplant parmesan. I did well with roast beast. The bread was divine,
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As if the
Duomo and Baptistry weren't enough, there's a museum behind the Duomo
featuring works that were originally on the facade by the likes of Donatello,
the original panels from Ghiberti's doors, and this pieta from Michelangelo. |
We looked up the location of
a club recommended by some guidebook but it was way across town so instead
we wandered the streets picking up flyers for clubs downtown. Andromeda's
flyer said "Maybe the best there is... is you!" The flyer got
us a discount, 20,000 lire for the two of us instead of 25,000 each, and the bondage
art on the wall on our way in made me wonder if we'd found someplace of
interest. We hadn't. |
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Andromeda is a tiny club packed with a ratio of about three 20-something year old men to each late-teens girl. Lousy music and overpriced drinks didn't help but we tried to make the best of it. I fetched the drinks while Heather made a few requests from the DJ. He almost got the songs right and the bartender made weak but drinkable beverages on demand so we ogled the hot-pants-wearing girls and discovered that the flyer was right - we were the best booty shakers in the joint. From there, we headed to Metropolis,
which had somehow managed to mimic all the horrific scenes from the film
of the same name - an underground hole packed with miserable, hot, sweaty
people wishing they were having fun. A teen club gone wrong. Two girls
on a wet, slippery floor in the most humid and hot place we'd been, (except
perhaps our stuffy hotel room), surrounded wall-to-wall by 15 year-old
males. We used our best Italiano on the bartender and he refilled our
drinks for free but even the extra drinks couldn't help. The "music" was
of the technoise variety, redundant and tiresome, and the crowd gave off
so many hormones that you were always looking for a fight to break out.
It felt like the calm before a violent gang rape. We slipped around on
the wet, slick dance floor for a short while before calling it a night
and heading back to the hotel. We returned to Vivoli the next morning, with sad hearts. It would be our last taste of the best ice cream on earth. As tradition, I chose the current favorite, riso, and a new one, rum crisp (interesting, but pale by comparison.) With a tear of joy and agony, I licked the last drops from the cup. "Parting
is such sweat sorrow."
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Don't know much about dancin'
That's why I got this song One of my legs is shorter than the other 'N' both my feet's too long 'Course now right along with 'em I got no natural rhythm But I go dancin' every night Hopin' one day I might get it right I'm a dancin' fool, I'm a Dancin' fool I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat, But I can't compete, 'cause I'm a Dancin' fool, I'm a Dancin' fool The disco folks all dressed up Like they's fit to kill I walk on in 'n' see 'em there Gonna give them all a thrill When they see me comin' They all steps aside They has a fit while I commit My social suicide, I'm a Dancin' fool, I'm a Dancin' fool The beat goes on And I'm so wrong The beat goes on And I'm so wrong The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong I may be totally wrong, but I'm a Dancin' fool, I'm a Dancin' fool Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa I got it all together now With my very own disco clothes, hey! My shirt's half open, t'show you my chains 'N' the spoon for up my nose I am really somethin' That's what you'd prob'ly say So smoke your little smoke Drink your little drink While I dance the night away, I'm a Dancin' fool, I'm a Dancin' fool, (etc., etc.) I may be totally wrong, but I'm a I may be totally wrong, but I'm a I may be totally wrong, but I'm a FOOL-uh! Hey darlin'...can I buy ya a drink? Lookin' for Mister Goodbar? Here he is... Wait a minute...I've got it...You're an Italian! Hah? Yer Jewish? Love your nails...you must be a Libra... Your place or mine? Dancin' Fool, by Frank Zappa |
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