Saturday, 2:34 pm
Break is winding down (noooooo), and I’m spending the last couple days going nowhere near homework and enjoying the hell out of free time. Observe:
- Yesterday, went to Palazzo Pitti (an enormous palace with about 6 mini-museums in it) and the adjoining Boboli Gardens. This is one of the big historical sites that we haven’t been to yet for class, and as our museum passes get us in for free, figured there was no harm in checking it out.
- Recommendation: CHECK IT OUT. The building itself has a great back story,* the art in the Palatine Gallery constitutes (for me) a much better collection than found in the Uffizi, and it’s so weirdly large and twisty that it’s just a ball to wander around in there.
- After a while in the house, out the back door to the Boboli Gardens. The gardens are essentially a park filled with trees and hedge-lined walkways, and yes, it was very pretty — but far and away the best part of the gardens was just the chance to be way up on a secluded patch of hill at noon. Florence has a lot of churches and a lot of bells, and getting out into the open where you can actually hear them all ringing together? Awesome.
- At this point I was done with Palazzo Pitti but still not ready to head back to the apartment, so walked back a ways along the river. And this was very nice right up until I started realizing that the scarf wasn’t really cutting it anymore and the wind was kind of slapping me in the face repeatedly.
- Solution = bus hopping, one of my very favorite time-wasters. Go to random bus stop, board bus, get a little tour through new parts of the city, hop off whenever, board new bus. Repeat until sick of violent vehicular bouncing.
- End of Friday was just a lot of reading + internet, and then we get to this morning, where I have to get myself out of the house again because Saturday is cleaning day. Another windy walk down through the city center, and I end up in Piazza della Signoria, parking it in the open-air sculpture gallery and doing a quick doodle for the sketchbook we have to keep for the drawing class. Hooray for scribbling in public!
- When I’ve been sitting on cold stone long enough to make my legs numb, over to Rivoire. Rivoire is a fancy cafe that looks out over the piazza, and it is rumored to have some of the best hot chocolate in Florence*** — which is great, because for the month and a half remaining to us I have made it my mission to find the best hot chocolate here. Go in, order at the bar, receive cup and keep standing at the bar (this place in particular is notorious for outrageous price hikes if you sit down), and finally decide that this is probably what it tastes like to drink a molten candy bar. Wow.
- Back to the house, more internet.