Italy, Thursday, Day 9, before lunch
Two days after arriving home from Italy on June 30, my husband had 300 prints of clock towers, farms, cathedrals and cobblestone streets arranged in the photo album. He had also spent one night in a chair in the ER with me, planned and gathered the material for the art class he'll teach in August, wrote 2 articles for the Sept. church newsletter so he won't miss the deadline, and learned which buttons and dials to push on the washing machine to tackle the mountain of dirty clothes I couldn't get to. That's what it is like to see Florence, Italy in half a day with an architect. Tour members who had been there before were smart and settled on one spot after our quicky walking tour before lunch. We tried three. The last one I didn't go into I was so pooped, I just sat down on the curb in the shade while my husband rushed up to the ticket window. I struck up a conversation--the woman had grown up on Kelly's Island, 5 miles from our summer house on Lake Erie. Next year our neighbors are taking their family to Florence for their 50th and have rented a flat. Now, that would be smart. One day? Hardly.



Here I am with thousands of other tourists trying to see Battistero di San Giovanni (Baptistery of St. John). I'm in the green hat, foreground. It was built 1059-1128 on the site of a 6th c. building which was built on a 1st c. Roman palace, or possibly a temple. The marble facade was added a few centuries later, and in the 14th c. the elaborate doors were added. The south doors are 28 scenes from the Life of St. John the Baptist, the north doors are the Life of Christ, the Evangelists and Doctors of the Church in 28 frames, and the east doors depict 10 scenes from the Old Testament.


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