And speaking of wonder. . . the Duomo. . . (no, we didn't climb to the top -- not so much our thing anyway, and with the overcast day, even less reason)
Once we're back in Bordeaux, we're already into our last two weeks here. The time both has, and has not, passed quickly, in that strange distortion I always find when space and time torque themselves together. . .
And as I come to the end of my ten weeks away, I'm thinking perhaps I could expend a post or two answering any questions you might have about how or what or why this kind of travel. So if you've been wondering, now's your chance. . . Or if you just want to comment on these photos or share memories of Florence. . . I'd love to hear from you. (and I do know that I've been tardy or absent when it comes to responding to earlier comments -- it's been a tough week for that, but you should know that I've read and appreciated every single word you've left -- thank you!)