Hotel Villa Elsa
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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This morning I took the train to Florence. It only took an hour and a half! Finding the hostel was pretty easy and I was allowed to check straight in fortunately. After I had gotten rid of my stuff I walked to Santa Maria novella and went inside to have a look. The first painting I recognised was Massaccio's holy trinity. It was huge! When I was studying art history I definitely did not get an idea of scale for most of the art works. It was crazy. I wandered around ...
... really loved, and hope to revisit this coming week. The monastery cells there each have frescoes, mainly by Fra Angelico, and his famous Annunciation is there too. The Medici Chapels were incredible (source of some of my troubled thinking this week though), we visited the Duomo, Crypt and Baptistry in Florence too. It was my first time inside the Crypt (which has been very well exhibited to give you a real feel for the Roman and early Christian origins), and the Baptistry- wow!! I ...
... nearly had a heart attack. After we were all exhausted we headed to the meeting point to wait for the ferry home as we had a carnival party to prepare for. 7:30 was our BBQ dinner in the big tents with free red wine before our mini party. With everyone hidden behind their masks we all got together to celebrate, it escalated quite quickly and everyone got rather ********d and started dancing on the tables in the pub while they staff sprayed everyone with ...
... break part way up to walk around the interior of the dome. So we got to see the cathedral after all from above. The down side is you are looking through scratched up plexi glass. The ceiling of the dome is covered in paintings but the cathedral itself is quite plain.
Once we reached the outside part of the dome, we were treated to some amazing views of Florence and the bell tower, "Giotto's Campanile". We ...
... where I had gone wrong. Or rather, where Florence had gone wrong. Clearly the house numbers had been put on the walls when the Roman Empire was at its height, and had been collecting pollution ever since. The new and visible number '13' must have been crookedly placed there for the garage I could see about three metres to the left of number '53's' door.
I hobbled over the real '13', unlucky for some suckers like me I suppose, and was greeted by Akela, a 6"8 giant ...