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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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Travel Blogs from Poggio a Caiano
... was 67 years old. Giotto concentrated his energy on the design and construction of a campanile (bell tower) for the cathedral. He had become an eminent architect, thanks to the growing autonomy of the architect-designer in relation to the craftsmen since the first half of the 13th century. The first stone was laid on 19 July 1334. ...
... Frozen" in both English and Italian and Flynn needs new pants. By 11pm, half the village had tried to adopt Flynn, Bronte was hoarse and suffering RSI from clutching the mike too hard and Jo was deep in conversation with a group of local women (all conducted in pigeon-Italglish). It really was a lot of fun. Not long after that, Bronte hit the wall and insisted that I take her and Flynn home (perhaps the least difficult bedtime of the trip so far!). I left Jo to ...
... and wade through the frigid currents. I stabbed my feet a few times but luckily did not see any snakes or vicious water creatures.
On the way back to the farm, I, of course, got stuck in a flash rain storm. By the time I arrived home, I found out that it hadn't even rained at the top of the mountain.
Dinner tonight bothered me-- I was given a bag of 'finocchio' from the farm because they had leftovers. Not really sure how to go about ...
... as there are restaurants etc lining the edges. Anyway after an hour there we were back on bus back to Florence then back to hotel.
May 4 - This is truly our first day of from sightseeing. Sticking around hotel, boring ourselves to death as Des has finished his puzzle book and I have only a few pages of the only book I have left to read on this trip to go. Of to La Spezia (Cinque Terra) tomorrow. Miss you all - love Helen and Des
... with candles at chest height, throwing the shadows of carved cherubs up onto the ceilings and making them into immense, flickering draconian specters, and in every dim corner the faces of saints were transfigured into twitching sneers and gloomy vacancy, fulled with the promise of damnation. It was lovely and also immensely creepy, and I sat for a while enjoying the spectacle.
The whole time, though, the music had been very placid and hymnal, and I ...