Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore

Six word Saturday

Saying goodbye to Six Word Saturday

And where better to finish with a flourish than Florence?  I hope I’ve taken you on a beautiful journey, but my philosophy here has always been to please myself.  And doing just that has given me many hours of pleasure.

Cate has announced that she will be ending Six Word Saturday on 1st April, April Fool’s Day. I’m pretty sure that it’s not a trick, because my lovely friend Debbie at Travel with Intent has volunteered to take it over on April 8th.  Since I won’t be around then, I thought I’d say my farewells now. Come and celebrate with me?  There’s gelato!

There doesn’t seem to be anything that Florence can’t offer.  All the sculpture and art you could want.  Architecture that dreams are made of. Gardens and vistas to sooth your soul.  Food and wine to indulge your palate.  Have I missed anything?  Well, maybe a little desultory window shopping. I even found a cookery school in the Mercato Centrale!  Click on the gallery for a closer look?

And as I ambled back to my hotel on Via Nazionale, this little beauty!

Sad to see her go, but I wish Cate the very best of luck.  I know it’s not easy running a challenge, but if anyone can then it’s Debbie.  The lass has energy to burn.  As for me, I’m off to my lovely Algarve tomorrow. Time to relax and wind down a little.

Meanwhile I’ve scheduled a Jo’s Monday walk for next Monday. Have a great weekend and I hope to see you then.

Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore

St. Mary of the Flower, the Duomo, in Florence, and a cherished dream.  Would she disappoint?

I arrived mid-evening, after a long days travel, with legs that needed to be stretched and a bubble of excitement inside.  Into the darkening streets, gay voices filling the air and a buzz of purely Italian sociability.  Waiting for that moment when, rounding a corner, there she was, shining like a beacon.  Beckoning me to come closer, in adoration, and gaze on her transcendent beauty.

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Round and round her I walked, gazing up at every aspect of her beauty.  Dizzy with the wonder of it all and beaming like a child.

Arms spread wide, my eyes followed her majesty up to the heavens.  I did not want my bubble ever to burst.  Easing myself away, with many a backward glance, I tried to reassure myself that she was real.  Never could I conjure such a figment of imagination.

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In the days to come I will be sharing with you some of the history, as well as the beauty, that is Florence.  Right now I’m clinging to the Indelible memory of that first night.  Thank you, Paula, for such a very apt prompt.