Everything was fresh and delicious. None of us ever got sick from things we ate during the entire trip.
I wish this pescare was in focus. This was set before the man sitting beside me at a group diner. I was thankful that I did not order the fish since it seemed that it had been caught and battered without a cleaning. He said it was delicious. I tried to ignore the eyes on the plate next to mine.
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It was a bit overwhelming to be surround by art everywhere. Nothing was ordinary. I wanted to slow down and pause to take it all in. I am so thankful that I snapped photos of many items that caught my eye, so I could closely examine and research them later.
If you are clicking to zoom on these photos you will see there is a difference in quality of the photos I am sharing. We rented a big lens to put on my camera, so some photos have much higher quality than others. We rented a lens for our Costa Rica trip last July, also.
The lens makes a huge difference especially if the subject is far away. There is no need to own such a lens, so renting one is a great option.
I marveled at every interesting fixture, light or knob. I wanted to touch everything. That gets lost in the photos.
This last object was quite a surprise because the companion piece by artist Arnaldo Pomodoro is in downtown Charlotte, my hometown. It’s a small world after all!
Every surface seemed to be covered in art, the ceilings, the walls, the doors and even the floors.
Sometimes it was difficult to get a photo without a person in it. I find now that the presence of people adds perspective and scale.
There is method in my chaos. I am enjoying this return trip via photographs. I can follow my thought patterns, as I examine what I chose to take pictures of.
It is comical how I seemed to play seek-and- find in the Uffizi for plants, animals, flowers and fruits in the periphery of huge paintings. There are stories. I even got fixated on taking photos of ancient sandals.
There is so much more to come. Thinking of these posts has made me laugh for the first time in days.
Stay tuned.
This is a tomb in St. Peter’s with the floor designed to feature purple marble tomb which has a little lamb on the top holding a flag. I wish I had taken more photos of its details.
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I learned that the master painters were in charge of painting the main subjects in paintings.
Then the apprentices would come behind to paint the backgrounds. It was obvious that a lot of effort was put into the small details in the periphery.
Of course this tidbit of information got me side-tracted…literally. I made it a point to search the margins for interesting details an apprentice might add to get noticed by his master.
I tried to photograph the whole painting and then the tiny details. Sometimes rude tourist were impatient with my careful attention to detail. Imagine such rudeness!
Needless to say, I got carried away.
Another detail that got me side-lined was all the paintings in which baby Jesus is lying on the ground surrounded by unattentive adults.
We Americans like to keep our baby Jesus in Mary’s arms or the manger.
But what can you expect from a country that parks their babies in a stroller outside a store and goes inside to shop alone?
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Choosing which flowers to share was difficult.
Italy has a passion for plants. They are on porches, on walls and in pots everywhere.
I loved this about Italy. They love their plants.
Sometimes things were so beautiful that I would have to pause and cry because I was so grateful to be in Italy with my family.
I needed to put these two dogs in a post.
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One of my readers commented about my Passion Vine flower, Blue Crown, reminding me of Italy. I did not blog much back in 2015. I will share photos from that trip while I am trapped inside, prior to surgery.
Here is the flower that started my passion for Passion Vines. This vine had grown to cover the fence of our lodgings in Volterra.
The rest of the post will be of doors in Italy. These could be in Volterra, Rome, Florence Venice or Verona.
I had two cameras to work with and took thousands of photos of plants, people, art, food, and doors.
The doors were so ornate and huge that I got carried away taking photos of them. Everything seemed to have more color and detail than I am used to. My eyes stayed wide open the whole time.
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This plant is a combination of everything I love.
Twining vine, purple, complex flowers and lovely memories of Italy.
Vines fascinate me in how they find ways to use other structures for support.
Purple is the ultimate regal color.
This flower is more than just a pretty face with stamen that move according to the weather.
This flower brings back memories of a small, walled-town in Tuscany, Volterra.
I hobbled to the end of the deck just to see these magnificent blooms. Neither leg is functional now. I must use this walker for support.
Hopefully the surgery will get me moving again.
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My vision has come to fruition in one afternoon.
Rose removed the cardboard that killed the weeds before the crew from Ncline Landscaping arrived.
Then a crew came and put in a cut-stone perimeter, geocloth and colored pebbles.
This is exactly my vision. I am so pleased.
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This lovely Iceberg rose belongs in the church courtyard. It had to be removed to make room for a columbarium.
Decades ago we designed the space to be a meditation garden with all white flowers.
It has a fountain in the middle and benches to sit on.
When death entered the space, the rose and I left.
The rose is still with me, waiting for a parishioner to fetch it.
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