Saturday will be mostly pictures of my journey to and my visit in the Pinoteca Nationale, the National Picture Gallery. I also went first thing in the morning to the Vodaphone store to tell them that I still couldn't get on line and this time got a young man who took a lot of time working at it (using my computer which the girl the day before hadn't) and finally got me on-line with my new SIM card (that I had bought the day before). And see? That was something else I did Friday and had probably blocked out! :) So I went back to nel Cuore a very happy camper especially when I got on line and saw how many nice e-mails I had waiting for me. Then I worked on photos and the blog a little and then I started out to the Gallery. Another beautiful but chilly day. Oh, that was another thing - I actually went into a store which had cheaper clothes than I had seen anywhere in Italy and bought a big heavy sweater. There was another one that I tried on, but I thought this one would be better.
So, off we go.
First thing I had to do was take a picture of the church just down the street from me. I had been asking Maria about a building I had seen with a wall just full of pock marks which I thought had to be from gunfire. But I couldn't quite imagine that kind of fighting during the war because the men would practically be standing in front of each other to shoot - although I guess they'd be shooting at the buildings hoping to hit someone inside? Anyway, she couldn't think where I was talking about but did tell me to look up to almost the top of this church when I went out to see a half circle gouge in the upper ledge which had been caused by a bomb or mortar shot or whatever that came down just at that point and that was apparently the only damage. When I got there, I looked and sure enough, there it was.
I continued on, having mapped out my route pretty well. Walked past so many beautiful and tempting shops. I saw a store that sold all kinds of salts and peppers among other things and there was some of the red salt January and Maggie brought back to me from Hawaii! Small world... (Ooh, there's a big man/woman fight going on outside my window as I type this...)
Went around a slight curve in the road and there were the two towers, still kind of far away and as I've mentioned before, photos are tricky here because everything is so close, plus, there are electric buses so there all the overhead wires for those, bunches of signs, plastic over so many buildings or parts of buildings. But I took one anyway. :)
I thought I must really be moving into new territory and at the next intersection turned to look for the street name and was looking into the Piazza Maggiore. Just from a different location that I had seen before.
Finally I was getting to where I thought the gallery should be and of course was seeing no signage saying "go this way" so I asked someone and they didn't seem to know what place or what street I was talking about. Walked across to the next street so I could see what it was and found that all I had done was walk slightly past where the gallery is located. Isn't it kind of amazing that you can walk past their most important art museum and not even know it? But you can and I did.
Decided to have a little lunch before I went in so I wouldn't get hungry and have to quit again. And this is where I got in free because I was old. :)
The next three are of the incredible upper wall and ceiling painting over this beautiful staircase.
The next four are all of the same building that I came to walking back from the gallery. I call it the building of many parts cause it had little towers, dormers, porticoes, I don't know what all, and I wish I could have found a way to get some of that captured. But that's why there are four pictures - I kept trying! :)
This is a picture of the plaque in the Piazza Maggiore which honors him and once I found the plaque, then I had to try and find out what it says which led to looking up Anteo Zamboni only to learn that he did this when he was 15 years old. There was a parade and he shot at Mussolini and missed and was immediately captured and hanged on the spot. 15 years old...
That was my sightseeing for the day. I had to do my packing, of course and wanted to work on my blog some more. Had been working on that for a while when all of a sudden a little sign popped up "you only have 2 hours left before you run out of time". This after I had just been there in the morning and the guy had got the new card properly inserted giving me another 30 hours!! The frustrations of Vodaphone. The store was closed Sunday so I couldn't do anything about it but I know that what happened is the girl told me the first time I went that it wasn't working anymore because I was out of time, even though it was showing I had 4 hours left, so I bought the new SIM card. So, for whatever reason, Saturday night the computer was obviously still using those 4 hours and I was getting close to running out. In other words, the new SIM card was a waste of money - I didn't use one minute of it. But don't worry - I stayed happy - just ticked at Vodaphone.
And that's it for Saturday. Sunday will be very short because I gave away all my secrets in that e-mail I sent to everyone when I got to Florence. :)
Right now, I'm going to go find me a bowl of ribollita soup and a glass of red.
- Mary Lynne
- West Virginia
- When I started my retirement travels - the first of which was my solo overseas trip to Italy in 2009 - I wanted a way to share it with family and friends as it happened. Hence, "My Travel Journal". However I realized I wouldn't always be on a trip and wondered what to do with the blog in between times. My daughter pointed out, wisely, that travels can also include trips to the kitchen to try a new recipe, trips to visit family, trips to my neighborhood Starbucks, or a fun day trip with a friend. You're welcome to join me on any of these journeys!
P.S. I've set up separate pages for each of my major trips (see tabs above).
I recently added an "Italian Word a Day" thingie which shows up at the bottom of every page. You see the word and can click to hear it pronounced. I've been enjoying it and I think my accent is improving as time goes by.