Sunday is for Church

Sunday morning we woke early (I was feeling better thanks to some substantial medications) and headed to the Galleria dell'Accademia to visit David. Well, The David by Michelangelo. I've seen it now three times. This was four for Michael. David never lets you down. The sculpture is as breath-taking now as it was the first time. We left early, stopped for cappuccino on the way and then waited an hour for the doors to open. We sat for about 40 minutes sometimes marveling at the David and sometimes marveling at the people who often hardly give it a glance before just chatting on with their friends and strolling straight on through. First, why would you bother paying 11euros for a ticket to see pretty much just the David and then not look at the David? And secondly, in the presence of such beauty, how can your eyes at least not be drawn to it while you are chatting with your friends? Yet another unsolvable mystery.

The Accademia was followed by breakfast back at our perfectly situated hotel and then more strolling. We headed all the way over to the church at Santa Croce only to find it functioning as an actual church at 11A on a Sunday morning and thus closed to tourists. Who'd have thunk it?

So more strolling. More eating. More strolling and back there in the afternoon to visit the tombs and memorials of Michelangelo and Dante, Marconi and Galileo and friends.

Then more strolling and more eating and more strolling. And then, determined tourists that we are, we forced ourselves back outside after it really got dark (which isn't until nearly 10P in this part of the world so that's a hard transition for us equatorial types) to get some photos of the Duomo at night.