First, we wanted to go to ski resorts in Italy , but then still have changed its decision in favor of Florence. And Florence, blessed, blooming beauty, the city of Dante, Vinci, Food Service Worker Job Description Michelangelo. And the land! And the hotel in the heart! Viva, Florence! Our ladies shouted: “

Here there is nowhere to turn! What kind of hole! It smells of sewage! “Stupid chicken. That they are location voiture maroc on the air of Florence.

Another would be the Florentines were not proud and arrogant! I am also proud that I live on one planet with such wonders. In the narrow valley of the Arno is located a fabulous city. Conveniently, of course, but a mountain stream, which gave the appearance of this force of the river, avenges the people. Last terrible flood occurred in 1966. Water were carried out many works of art forever. The whole world responded to a total disaster. But much water and ruined much more than time.

We were led to the Duomo. He is huge and beautiful. At the gates of Ghirlandaio crowd, but it’s only a copy. All that is inside, too, copies of masterpieces, and the originals are in the museum of the cathedral somewhere nearby. Well, okay. The dome rise wants and pricked – all awesome, climb high, and that I will be fit after the climb! Has not risen, and did not regret, panoramic view is not only there. Please Piazza Michelangelo, from the Palazzo Veko, Boboli Gardens, etc.

The famous dome of St. Peter’s – only a copy of the dome of the cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore (hereafter simply the Cathedral), the younger brother is not in size, but it is by age. Of course, it is good to see him better … I go further.

Piazza della Signoria – how many times here shed blood for the republic, for liberty in the name of the constitution. And Veko palazzo – palace, built on donations merchants. And on it – again a copy of the famous creations, there is no present Michelangelo’s David, or Perseus Cellini. Keep right! Hid all the Italians went to museums. And in the loggia of the palace, too, statues, open-air museum. Our gidessa led us to the so-called “House of Alighieri. The same place as the “Balcony of Juliet”, even funnier, because there is nothing to watch. But she said something, of course, is not about too complex. Alas! And I’m upset because it is only because of this tourist facility, we have made a hefty hook. Patience, a tourist.

And we reached Santa Croce. On the charming square is a simple and magnificent temple – Pantheon of Florence. Apparently, this was a favorite place of our guide. Because she suddenly perked up and began to report about all the celebrities buried here. Group at this cemetery has a fitting look. And I went to look for the frescoes by Giotto. Pre insidious florentiyka-guide told me that they are very poorly preserved. In the right light was not the chapel and stood a cash register since the fifties. But we were not born yesterday! If we are something to hide, we must. What were they! The whole story of John the Baptist in gentle tones, slightly faded colors, a few bald patches – that was all spoiled. So half a millennium has passed, gentlemen. I am absolutely not a religious person, but in the Middle Ages people were illiterate, they all knew from the pictures. That’s what I almost know everything, in spite of such guides. She probably ashamed to say that per-view takes a little pay. A whole group examined the depressingly pompous tombs of Galileo, Michelangelo, Machiavelli, etc. The only value among these nightmares minor Marble sculptors – the tomb of Alfieri by Canova. And I had a joyous gallop to catch up.

Evening came. I honestly do not remember what I ate that saw even where … failure, his head was occupied by another. In the room, I discovered that in Italian it is called the “camera”, and quite amused. With the camera what the demand? Type in a wonderful courtyard, not the street with scooters. Clean and quiet. Odnogruppnitsa-Siberian invited to an evening promenade. We shuffled foot-by-foot along the street and that’s right, all roads lead to the Cathedral. And another surprise. Remember, there exists a circular baptistery, completely lost on the background of such magnificence, as the Duomo. But she is a very nice thing! Before things queued. In the dark. I myself would hesitate, but where are we without Siberians? And we nashenski politely rubbed into the crowd and sat in the front row at a concert of amateur choirs. People sang sacred music of a Paolo XVI century. Forgive me, Paolo, I do not remember your name, a gentle song was wonderful looking at the famous Florentine marble mosaic. It has no equal! The evening ended well, magical. Tomorrow I have left the most delicious.

In the morning was the Uffizi Gallery. Yes, no organized group to get there is difficult. But the more I did not really want. The lion’s share of paintings in the vaults. “Madonna with scheglenkom Raphael, Michelangelo Tondo, unfinished painting Vinci tolstomyasaya Danae Titian and Botticelli rickety virgins – that’s probably all that strikes a tourist sight in the Uffizi Gallery. A painting by Fra Filippo Lippi’s not amazing, is not as advertised. However, this teacher Botticelli, painter of enormous talent and extraordinary destiny. Light of the Word, speaking about his paintings, to write with a capital letter. They are not only alive, it’s Madonna, their faces shine not on holiness, but of happiness as, perhaps, his face shone early in his dead wife. But his paintings are not on the calendars and posters … Alas! I hurried on. In the cafeteria of this very picture, I chose from the nightmare of sandwiches that, where a smaller grain. Surprise! Trufatto. Not only France – the country of truffles in Italy, they, too, somewhere gather and eat. That gave me a try. However, all the knowledge I received in two days from our escort, when realized that it was this very “Trufatto. And the first thought that the meat pie put some mushrooms and lots of nutmeg. And it is not appreciated. Mechite not pearls before swine.

Pitti Palace merchant – contemporary art gallery, museums, silver, porcelain and the famous Palatine – Picture Gallery. Also, there are held many exhibitions. I found – old Oriental rugs. The family of merchant bought his house the Duke Lorenzo the Magnificent, he collected the works of art and say that is not liked, and gave the Uffizi. Within the walls of the magnificent palace preserved interiors, chandeliers, and furniture. In Palatine – paintings, paintings, … Vinci, Correggio, Tintoretto, Carracci, Michelangelo, Caravaggio, Corot, Raphael, Bronzino, Titian, Pinturicchio, Perrudzhino. That the air shock! “Maria Magdalena” by Titian – a small half-length portrait tearful woman wrung her hands. “Saint Bartholomew” Ribera – expression and ecstasy. Corot landscapes – from the bus will not see this. Oh no, Botticelli was not. That kill me, do not understand why all the tourists being dragged in the Uffizi, where there is the Palazzo Pitti. Beautiful interiors and huge collection of paintings, other museums and exhibitions. And under the windows – that’s it! – The famous Boboli Gardens – the same place to visit in the Vatican gardens we will not be allowed, but here – please.

As the saying goes, sorry if that is not true. Perhaps the meticulous art caught quite a few “fleas” in my story, a lover of well-turned phrase prostetskim find it, but I do not want to consult with the books and write off of them. But from the soul.