If you’ve ever flown in there, you’ll recognise this approach to Pisa airport. It was my gateway to Florence, a city I’d always wanted to visit. Once in a while I get a nice shot from a plane window. The city was so much more than I expected and I went around with jaw dangling. I wrote about Florence on my return until I could feel my readers dosing off, and simply had to stop. It all came bubbling back when my lovely friend Gilly posted Santa Maria Novella.
I stayed just around the corner and walked past it numerous times, as did Gilly. I had read of cloisters and frescoes and knew that I simply had to squeeze a visit in. The interior entirely belied first impressions, and I wish I could have lingered.
The shots in the cloisters are understandably faded but maybe you can get an impression of their glory. I scaled the heights and did everything I conceivably could in the short time I had in Florence. And still there was more to see.
It’s all there! Old, new and ever pleasing to the eyes. Each and every window revealed more splendour.
The camera came home dying of exhaustion but I have never felt more alive. The old mercado had been similarly reinvigorated, with a top floor full of exciting dining options. I hardly knew which way to look.
I have to thank both Gilly and Michelle at the Daily Post for giving me this opportunity to look back through some wonderful windows.