Dear Medicis,
Thanks for being the bomb and making art a thing.
Xx,
Carolyn
Hi Everyone!
I’m in Florence and I’m totally in love. It’s hard not to be when your hotel room looks like this!!!
Yup. That’s right. We have a fresco on our ceiling.
I’m going to recap the first and second day in Italy into one because the first day was kind of a half day so we did the outside of the Duomo and then inside the next morning.
Meet the Brunelleschi Dome, the largest brick dome in the world. Basically, the Italian king was pissy that the Turks in Istanbul had a bigger dome, so he wanted to build one to rival the Hagia Sophia. He held a competition amongst the architects stating that anyone who could make an egg stand upright on a table would be given the assignment. No one could do it until... good old Brunelleschi here walked up to the table, smashed the bottom of the egg, and, voila! It stood upright and he got the job. Talk about bold interview moves.
Mom and I being the art geeks we are got some gelato and walked around the entire Cathedral, calling out different designs and period styles of our favorite inlays.
Unfortunately, the outside is the most beautiful part of the building. Inside is rather simple with a few frescos. At least the inside of the dome itself is beautiful, but otherwise it was kind of a big tease we waited an hour plus in line for, hahaha.
However, I do have a funny story. Mom and I forgot that this was a Cathedral in Italy and there are RULES. I know, don’t ask me how, and right near the front we saw a sign about dress code. Well cold shouldered dresses aren’t allowed and being the good half-brown daughter I am, I wasn’t about to give into the tourist trap of street vendors selling shawls for all the American dummies like me. So what do I do? I RUN to the hotel. Race up the stairs. The poor maid was cleaning our room and had the door open and was shocked when I came in like a madwoman. At this point I get a text from Mom telling me to hurry because the line we had been standing in for one and a half hours was suddenly moving at a rapid clip. So I rush into the room, calling “don’t worry, I’ll only be a minute, you’re good!” to the mail who probably only spoke Italian. Grabbed leggings from my suitcase, threw them on with the door open and all (I was wearing spandex but the poor maid didn’t know that) and grabbed my sweater and raced out the door. In the end I made it, with Mom just ready to wait for me at the door!! However, I did receive a few giggles from the hotel staff the next morning. Oh well, I earned it.
Here is the inside of the dome. Excuse the poor photography, but the lighting everywhere isn’t ideal and I’m working with a simple IPhone. I wish I could truly capture the magnificence of the next pieces.
We moved on to the Uffizi Gallery. This used to be the banking offices of the Medici’s and man, were they LOADED. I was so over-stimulated in there. Everywhere you looked there was something intricate and/or famous to admire. And I mean everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor. I think I would have made a great Medici though, all that art at my fingertips?! Yes, please!!! But before we got in, we had to wait for our time in the outside plaza where they so graciously left a few sculptures for the “public” and a fake David too!! Obviously I just had to take a picture of the Steamy Alpaca in front of David. However the worst part is, I’d say 3/4 of these tourists thought it was the real one!!! Mom and I giggled like snobby art buffs. But hey, at least I own up to it!
Finally in the Uffizi! There were a million busts lining the corridors so I just chose one and copied it's expression before the museum people could yell at me hehehe. Sorry random dead dude, you were just too funny not to post. I think I’ll make a bust of my head so that I can one day be in a gallery too. Maybe I should do my classic eye roll?
See what I mean about it being decorated from floor to ceiling?! So much art. I’ll just spend the week here, thank you very much.
Here’s what a typical room would have looked like in these offices. It’s just so beautiful!!! I couldn’t decide where to look.
A Michelangelo...a real Michelangelo. Have I died and gone to heaven yet?
He was sponsored by the Medici's, and this is one of his few stand-alone paintings; he also designed and created the frame for it. It's obviously behind bullet-proof, theft-proof, touch-proof, alarmed glass...
Another room in the gallery, I considered hiding so that at night I would have the whole museum to myself. Maybe I’ll just have to get super famous, shut the place down for myself and spend the whole day here with no other humans. Kind of like Lady Diana but perhaps more a la "The Crazy Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler"... I’ll let you know how this plan goes.
This. Is. Real. The REAL Birth of Venus by Botticelli. Excuse me, I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. Oh and by they way, it wasn’t a disappointment like the Mona Lisa. Mom might be a Da Vinci die-hard, but I know the good stuff. Botticelli and Caravaggio is where the true art is at.
However, Mom and I kind of favored the other bridge. Look at how much more artsy it is! Leave it to us to snub social dictation of what should be famous or not.
Do you think the government will notice if I never return home? Can’t wait to update you on our next day.
Love you lots!
Carolyn
Thanks for being the bomb and making art a thing.
Xx,
Carolyn
Hi Everyone!
I’m in Florence and I’m totally in love. It’s hard not to be when your hotel room looks like this!!!
Yup. That’s right. We have a fresco on our ceiling.
I’m going to recap the first and second day in Italy into one because the first day was kind of a half day so we did the outside of the Duomo and then inside the next morning.
Meet the Brunelleschi Dome, the largest brick dome in the world. Basically, the Italian king was pissy that the Turks in Istanbul had a bigger dome, so he wanted to build one to rival the Hagia Sophia. He held a competition amongst the architects stating that anyone who could make an egg stand upright on a table would be given the assignment. No one could do it until... good old Brunelleschi here walked up to the table, smashed the bottom of the egg, and, voila! It stood upright and he got the job. Talk about bold interview moves.
Mom and I being the art geeks we are got some gelato and walked around the entire Cathedral, calling out different designs and period styles of our favorite inlays.
Unfortunately, the outside is the most beautiful part of the building. Inside is rather simple with a few frescos. At least the inside of the dome itself is beautiful, but otherwise it was kind of a big tease we waited an hour plus in line for, hahaha.
However, I do have a funny story. Mom and I forgot that this was a Cathedral in Italy and there are RULES. I know, don’t ask me how, and right near the front we saw a sign about dress code. Well cold shouldered dresses aren’t allowed and being the good half-brown daughter I am, I wasn’t about to give into the tourist trap of street vendors selling shawls for all the American dummies like me. So what do I do? I RUN to the hotel. Race up the stairs. The poor maid was cleaning our room and had the door open and was shocked when I came in like a madwoman. At this point I get a text from Mom telling me to hurry because the line we had been standing in for one and a half hours was suddenly moving at a rapid clip. So I rush into the room, calling “don’t worry, I’ll only be a minute, you’re good!” to the mail who probably only spoke Italian. Grabbed leggings from my suitcase, threw them on with the door open and all (I was wearing spandex but the poor maid didn’t know that) and grabbed my sweater and raced out the door. In the end I made it, with Mom just ready to wait for me at the door!! However, I did receive a few giggles from the hotel staff the next morning. Oh well, I earned it.
Here is the inside of the dome. Excuse the poor photography, but the lighting everywhere isn’t ideal and I’m working with a simple IPhone. I wish I could truly capture the magnificence of the next pieces.
We moved on to the Uffizi Gallery. This used to be the banking offices of the Medici’s and man, were they LOADED. I was so over-stimulated in there. Everywhere you looked there was something intricate and/or famous to admire. And I mean everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor. I think I would have made a great Medici though, all that art at my fingertips?! Yes, please!!! But before we got in, we had to wait for our time in the outside plaza where they so graciously left a few sculptures for the “public” and a fake David too!! Obviously I just had to take a picture of the Steamy Alpaca in front of David. However the worst part is, I’d say 3/4 of these tourists thought it was the real one!!! Mom and I giggled like snobby art buffs. But hey, at least I own up to it!
Here’s me with a Medici Lion.
Finally in the Uffizi! There were a million busts lining the corridors so I just chose one and copied it's expression before the museum people could yell at me hehehe. Sorry random dead dude, you were just too funny not to post. I think I’ll make a bust of my head so that I can one day be in a gallery too. Maybe I should do my classic eye roll?
See what I mean about it being decorated from floor to ceiling?! So much art. I’ll just spend the week here, thank you very much.
Here’s what a typical room would have looked like in these offices. It’s just so beautiful!!! I couldn’t decide where to look.
A Michelangelo...a real Michelangelo. Have I died and gone to heaven yet?
He was sponsored by the Medici's, and this is one of his few stand-alone paintings; he also designed and created the frame for it. It's obviously behind bullet-proof, theft-proof, touch-proof, alarmed glass...
Another room in the gallery, I considered hiding so that at night I would have the whole museum to myself. Maybe I’ll just have to get super famous, shut the place down for myself and spend the whole day here with no other humans. Kind of like Lady Diana but perhaps more a la "The Crazy Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler"... I’ll let you know how this plan goes.
The Roman God Mars about to bludgeon my head in. I took a nice photo but then Mom made that comment and I just had to get a silly one.
This. Is. Real. The REAL Birth of Venus by Botticelli. Excuse me, I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. Oh and by they way, it wasn’t a disappointment like the Mona Lisa. Mom might be a Da Vinci die-hard, but I know the good stuff. Botticelli and Caravaggio is where the true art is at.
We followed up the museum with some classic pasta. I’m going to live off pasta and gelato for the rest of my time here and no one can stop me! Hehe. Honestly, I should have been born Italian. I could eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner and never get tired.
We ended our very busy day with a leisurely stroll home along the river. Here’s the famous Ponte Vecchio.
However, Mom and I kind of favored the other bridge. Look at how much more artsy it is! Leave it to us to snub social dictation of what should be famous or not.
Do you think the government will notice if I never return home? Can’t wait to update you on our next day.
Love you lots!
Carolyn
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