We had sort of a disastrous night as a family - Sebastian napped
from 1 to 3 am; Steve napped from 12 to 2; Liesl slept from 1-6; I was
awake for a while in the middle. It turns out that asking our
family - our young children - to go without a night of sleep and then
adjust body clocks 9 hours ahead is a challenging experience. Who knew?!
I was perhaps overly optimistic about how it would go; it's definitely a
little hard when you feel your two-week vacation clock ticking. But
what can you do? We are persevering through as best we can. (The other
thing that's a bummer? It's vacation time in Italy and many of the
restaurants and shops are closed - again, we knew it would be the case,
but it's really disappointing to see closed signs when you're hoping for
food, and it's making my intrepid researching husband a little crazy.) On the other hand, we have had wonderful weather - cool and breezy, in the 80s, instead of 100 degrees and humid as is common in Italy this month. And we have lucked into excellent food at all the restaurants we've tried, even though they've been somewhat randomly selected.
And once again up the stairs - this time, 223 stairs to the top of the tower.
Us, with the Duomo behind us!
We went down and met up with Steve and Sebastian, got more
cappuccino and croissants, and then took a few turns on the very old
carousel in the Piazza della Repubblica. We wandered the streets, eating porchetta and
prosciutto with mozzarella sandwiches for lunch, and then the other
three needed to go home and sleep. So off they went, and I stayed in the
historic area to explore more. (All three slept for a few hours, phew!)
I started off by wandering the Oltrarno, seeing the church of San Spirito Next up, I passed by and noticed a crazy-looking special exhibit in the Palazzo Strozzi, purporting to combine art and science. These are two giant, people-size slides, from top to bottom. You buy a ticket and get to come down; I wished the kids were with me because they would have loved it, but decided not to do it by myself.
Next up, the Opera di Santa Maria del Fiore, the museum of the Duomo, where some of the sculptures and art that formerly adorned the cathedral are now displayed. The original doors of the church, designed by Ghiberti and gilded bright gold, are on view and are magnificent.
This was one of Michelangelo's final works, a pieta intended for his own tomb. He never finished it; the marble had defects and he became frustrated, but it was completed by an apprentice.
Sculptures by Donatello that formerly adorned the inside of the cathedral.
I was tired after all this, and needed my third cappuccino of the day, this one in the form of an affogato with chocolate gelato. And then I went to meet up with the family at yet another gelato shop... it's possible we're overdoing it.
We headed
over to the Pitti Palace, home to various Medicis, and the attached Boboli
Gardens. We toured the ornate rooms of the palace, playing various games
to keep up the kids' interest in the paintings and sculptures (first
one to find a painting of Mary and baby Jesus in every room wins! Who is
the scariest looking person in this room's set of paintings? Spot the
puppy!).
The throne! Very fun to see a real throne.
This was Liesl's favorite - a queen's bedroom! Sebastian liked that the rooms were color-coordinated; each one a different color, each room with all the furniture and wall decorations in the right color. After an hour in the palace we went outside, through the central courtyard, and into the Boboli Gardens.Poor Sebastian was really struggling to wake up and participate - we had to drag him out of bed from his nap.
The gardens are extensive, with many manicured pathways and rows of trees and ornamental fountains. We enjoyed being in nature after a few days of city touring -
It's an egg! It's an alien life form!
The palace, with the Vecchio tower (above) and Duomo (below) in the background.
And on our way out the exit, we saw this: Sebastian's favorite statue so far. A fat man on a turtle. At least the water came out of the turtle's mouth and not the dude's private bits.
And then to dinner at Bistro 3 Tavolo, a tiny place that I spotted on our first night in a small side street in the Oltrarno. From the street, you went down a narrow hallway into a small cavern-like space; a single server and chef took care of everything. The food was delicious; our server was lovely; my rose wine was divine. So good.