Becky’s created a square challenge again for June, this time it’s square roofs or rooves as some say. A few years ago a very clever friend proof read something for me. She said I should change my roofs to rooves and then I was corrected by my writing tutor who said it should be roofs!
My roofs today, complete with funicular, are in Bergamot northern Italy.
Looking down from the Citta Alta towards the new town.
My first black and white Sunday for a while, and this week Paula’s chosen ‘after before’. She’d like to see the same photo, before and after it’s converted to monochrome. When flying out of Pisa last year, we made a brief stop at the Piazza dei Miracoli, to see the famous leaning tower.
I wasn’t expecting to see a fallen angel, but there on the grass broken and forlorn, lay the Angelo Caduto by Polish sculptor Igor Mitoraj.
Does he look better in colour?
I don’t think so, the people ignoring him as they walk on by are distracting. Apparently Pisa is a temporary home, he may have flown on by now.
One of the places I enjoyed most in Tuscany last year, was Fiesole, somewhere I knew little about until I got there. As well as the amazing Roman theatre, there’s the Civic Archaeological Museum, packed with displays and information about the Etruscan, Roman and Longobard history of the town. I was enthralled by these little votives, especially the dancing satyr, so I’m sharing these variations on the theme of Etruscan bronzes, for this weeks photo challange. I believe they were excavated in the 19th and early 20th century.
Fiesole lies five miles to the north east of Florence,high in the hills and you can catch a frequent bus close to Piazza San Marco.
I thought I’d posted this photo ages ago, but I can’t find it. So I’m posting it quickly because I need to link to it, it will make sense in a little while, maybe. It’s the Roman theatre at Fiesole, near Florence.
This week’s photo challenge, set by Ben Huberman is the last for 2017. He asks us to share our favourite photo of the year, but how do you choose one, or even ten? It doesn’t have to be a technically good image, but meaningful to us in some way. When I started looking through my files for the photo that means most to me this year, I ended up in tears, because it would have to be one of my beloved border terrier Dido, who I lost in May. Whoops here I go again.
Once I picked myself up, I settled on a photo of the Tuscan countryside. This was a place I’d wanted to visit for a while, so finally seeing it meant a lot to me.
If you have a favourite photo to share for the year, join in with Ben
On a warm summer evening what could be nicer than a stroll around Florence? Whether you like to absorb some culture, like Signore Aleghieri Dante’s statue. in Piazza Santa Croce,
or, find a delicious and authentic meal in the Mercato Centrale.
then you could catch a bus up to Piazzale Michelangelo, join the crowds and watch the sun go down.
If you’re really lucky there might be a gelatto festival taking place!
Now, if I was going to the Piazzale again,I’d walk back down the hill instead of waiting ages for a bus, that then got caught in a traffic jam, but hey, we live and learn.
Unless you’re staying in the Oltrarno, the Piazza Della Repubblica may be on your way back to your hotel, and it’s a lively place for a little nightcap.
If you get lost in any back alleys,
wherever you are the Duomo will always help you to get your bearings.
I’d more or less abandoned the idea of going to San Gimignano while in Florence, it just seemed we’d be trying to pack too much in to a week. A late change of plan made it possible and The Duomo, Santa Maria Assunta stands out as one of the high points of my visit to Tuscany. The walls are covered with 14th century frescoes of the Old and New Testaments, that are truly stunning. Here you can see a glimpse of fresco and some of the ten round and four octagonal columns.
I’m having another shot at rounded with a photo I took in Florence last month. By Albanian sculptor Helidon Xhixha, this work is named ‘O’ seems to have caused some controversy between the Mayor, Dario Nardella and the local traders.
Tucked away in a little side street near Piazza di Santa Croce, Florence, we found this little shop full of all things Pinocchio. I vaguely knew that the little character was Italian, but it seems that Geppetto the woodcarver created him in a village near Florence.