Florence

Photo by E. Fina

by E.Fina

Romanticalism at it’s finest.
Yes, I say romanticalism—not really a word you say?
Well, it’s describing romanticism in a heightened sense—a strengthening of language.
Florence.
Ah Florence.
Where one can simply stand, enamored in it all.
The Medici’s, Leonardo, Botticelli, Giotto, Raphael.
Approaching Brunelleschi’s Duomo, an unfathomable sight, causing one to feel insignificant in size.
Sauntering across the Ponte Vecchio, pausing in view, the River Arno, outstretched.
Lunching in a quaint, corner shop, crumbs dusting the floor.
Cobbled streets, marble statues and colored facades.
Strolling hand in hand—step by step—breath by breath.
History—rebirth—Florence.

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About shelswift

Michelle Swift is a freelance writer and blogs on Table without Borders. She has an affinity for running, culinary eats, adventure and sparkly gold things. People and adventure light her up like a hot pink neon sign!

2 comments

  1. Erminio

    Beautiful!! Somehow I can see myself strutting those very streets with you!!! :)

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