in which pigeons (To get to our accommodations, you have to pass by a small doorway that leads into a bigger alley, which goes into the Jewish ghetto. Outside that doorway, though, is a canal and some sort of fish market, which I only see in the morning.) I think it’s no secret that we, […]
in which these pictures are accompanied by an accordion in my head Lomography LC-A+, Fuji Natura 1000 On our first afternoon in Venice, we walked around the Jewish ghetto and the surrounding areas. Cut short by the rain, our exploration ended at a quaint coffee shop (which turned out to be a chain), where I […]
in which i take one last look at florence, the city Here be the last of Florence pictures; that is, aside from the Radiohead show at Parco delle Cascine that we were able to catch. That was an experience in itself—both good and bad—but I won’t get ahead of myself. The thing about Florence is […]
in which everything looked creamier than butter My sister is nuts. From our second European morning, she had been bugging me to go jogging with her. She had coerced my dad to go jogging with her one morning in Paris, and another morning in Rome, where they did a Rocky in St. Peter’s Square, aka […]
in which i fell in love with florence Museo di Palazzo Vecchio (Lomography LC-A+, Kodak ColorPlus 200) First of all, I had no idea that that was how you said “Firenze.” I had to learn from The Jersey Shore. Every time Firenze’s name would pop up in Harry Potter, I’d just pretend it didn’t exist. […]
