I think my biggest takeaway so far in Italy is that everywhere you go here, there’s history. Something old. Preserved, lovingly.
(I just learned how to insert images in my posts, by the way.)
Not just the museums either. Or, the statues and monuments on the streets. It’s a part of every day life here.
A department store will have a piece of the aqueduct that feeds the Trevi Fountain. (You can still drink that water, by the way.).
Our hotel has wall paintings discovered during construction.
What do you do? You work around it. Protect it. Preserve it. Adapt and make it part of the design.
I’m waking the Uffizi Gallery in Florence. . One of the most incredible collections I have ever seen. An entire hallway of sculpture. Priceless works from the Italian Renaissance.
A room of Michelangelo. A room of da Vinci. A room of Rembrandt. There’s so much here it almost becomes mundane.
Almost. Not quite. I’ll get home and think of this forever. There’s history everywhere here.
