I’m a little bit loving the fact that I’ve been back in Australia for over two months, yet am still eking out travel posts. Let’s hear it for digital cameras and their capacity to take endless amounts of photos! (Even if said photos are making my computer teeter on the edge of collapse. I really should do something about that.) Anyhoo, today’s photos follow on from these glimpses of Florence. Enjoy!
I took this looking up from inside the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore, where I attended a Sunday Mass and had no idea what was going on. Unlike the masses I attended in Bruges and Paris, this one had no pretty music or gorgeous singing to break up the sermon. However, most everyone was carrying plants, which was interesting for about two minutes.
It would have been interesting for longer than two minutes had the plant-carrying been part of a quaint Italian tradition whereby blessing flora leads to pesto alla genovese that tastes like angels singing… But no. It was just Palm Sunday. (I snuck out during Communion.)
The Palazzo Vecchio was Ronaldo’s favourite historical building in Florence, whereas I think the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore is more striking. And that, my friends, is why I didn’t end up accepting his offer to take me to dinner. Yep. Architecture is a deal-breaker for me. Yep. (Apparently.)
Told you the Italians like their chocolate hazelnut spreads. This photo doesn’t even show a speckle of the range available. Oh, and the Crema Novi in the photo, which I showed you an interior-photo of in the previous glimpses of Florence post? To help you understand its fancypants deliciousness, it’s made of 45% hazelnuts whrereas Nutella incorporates a puny 13% hazelnuts. (The top three ingredients of Crema Novi are hazelnuts, sugar, and cocoa powder. Nutella’s top three are sugar, vegetable oils, and hazelnuts.) A pox on Nutella’s globalised market share.
…also known as “Wedgie Cake”. (Yes, I’m 23 years old. Why do you ask?) (Ooh, that’s me in the reflection! Hello me.)
The bronze panels currently adorning the Battistero di San Giovanni are not, in fact, the original Gates of Paradise, but replicas. When I discovered this I duly paid my entry fee to the Museo dell’Opera del Duomo, where the originals are kept, only to find that all but one panels had been whisked away to Restoration Land. Sigh.
Can you believe I didn’t buy this cannabis chocolate? What a failure on my behalf. I guess I thought my previous dalliance with hemp chocolate was delinquent enough.
I’ve never even eaten special brownies.