Well-upholstered, well-dressed, well made-up woman speaking into her mobile:
"Listen; I've no idea where I am. It's an enormous piazza with some buildings."
Brunelleschi's dome swelled over her shoulder, Giotto's pink and blue dream reached upwards, the Gates of Paradise gleamed golden on the Baptistry.
3 comments:
Hilarious, HG. How could anyone be there, and be lost? Arrived, more like.
You would not believe it, Lilith.
To Mr HG courteously showing the sights, from young visitor looking at golden doors: 'Oh, good, there's the synagogue". He moved her right along towards piazza d'Azeglio and cultural safety.
Visitor to the ss Annunziata: 'This is where they keep the unmarried mothers!?' Judgemental? What do you mean?
This afternoon, on the Lungarni:
"Excuse me, Ponte Vecchio is this way, right?"
"Umm, yes, it's not this bridge with the statues but the one you can see behind, you know, with the rather characteristic little shops you can see that sell jewels..."
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