After breakfast, we headed to the Bargello Museum, a sometimes overlooked masterpiece in the heart of the city. The building was the early seat of government for Florence, eventually housing the police, courts and prison. It has a peaceful wishing well in the ground floor courtyard. Wishful thinking, I guess -- the well sits on the site of the prison gallows.
|Cecile and Barbara|
|Another round for Bacchus|
|Niccolo da Uzzano|
I love sculpture, so it was easy to return to Gianbologna's Mercury (which I think used to be on our dime) Donatello's life-like Niccolo da Uzzano and especially Michelangelo's Bacchus. Most of the versions I have seen of the god of wine and mirth show him as just another powerful god. But Michelangelo got it right -- this god has not only blessed the wine, he has downed a few too many goblets. Truth in advertising, Renaissance style.
When the cool marble started to lose the battle to the sun, we (of course) headed for a gelateria -- this one equally filled with masterpieces. Cecile had fig and ricotta and I had gorgonzola gelato (almost like caramel). Then we headed back home for a rest.
|Cecile on the mountain|
|Buona notte, mio amico|
As the heat began to wane, we took a bus up the mountain past the famous Piazzale Michelangelo to San Miniato, the ancient church where the last rays of a Florence sunset paint what the masters could only dream of. The evening breeze blows across the mountaintop, cooling even the hottest day.
Thanks to another American tourist, we were able to wrap a bit of the sunset around us for what I think is a pretty good portrait of a couple of Missourians enjoying La Dolce Vita.