Florence, Saturday 3 October
I know I am back in a city. Instead of lovely chimes and cock-a-doodle do’s I woke to the crashing of bottles into the trash collector at five am this morning. Soon after that I guess I was supposed to be comforted by the sound of my neighbours going through their morning ablutions. One of them used a chainsaw as a shaving device.
Then at 7, just a smidge of light relief. I could just hear the bells of Santa Maria Novelle which is only a block away after all and is a church the size of Te Papa. The bell tower looks to be as big as my garden from the ground so I am surprised they didn’t jolt me into life. Perhaps they were drowned out by the trains or the noise of the traffic.
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