travelog 2

Oct. 5th, 2015 06:53 pm
[personal profile] winterlive

two days now, in this city, and i think we are finally situated. learning this place is nearly impossible; every street twists in the middle, and wherever it does, it gets a new name. but there are wide piazzas and memorable window displays, and i've been down to the river and back. we found the supermercato, and managed to stock the cupboards with breakfast and lunch. (dinner is for going out, obviously.)

most of our time has been spent eating, shopping and exploring. as expected, food tastes much better when all the ingredients come from a few miles away. the coffee is otherwordly. we can't get a block without someone stopping to take a picture, though E is the most obsessed with recording everything she comes across. she likes the doors, the door knockers, the narrow streets and the sculpture, the gaslight style lamps (no, cee, not real gaslight), and she's even got pictures of the eaves. but that makes sense, honestly, as every one of these things has had the attention of an artist. the eaves are carved, underneath, where nobody will notice unless they look 4 stories up... but maybe they will! what would be thought of us, to have plain eaves?! better embellish; it seems to be the default.

i was truly surprised by the symphonic crickets. i have yet to actually SEE a cricket, but when night falls, you can hear them indoors with all the windows closed.

everything is old. we sat in a cafeteria-style coffeeshop this morning with 3 vintage art deco chandeliers, and you could tell they were considered... not tacky, not cheap, but just okay. and they were gorgeous, i would put them in my home.

E and I are sitting on the terrace now. we can hear the traffic, the footfalls and conversation of a thousand tourists (even though it's siesta on monday in the mid-season and practically nothing is open). we can hear a pianist and violinist dueting in a cafe nearby. there's a clinking cash register, and a cool fall breeze rustling the things that can be rustled. E is mending her jacket with a cup of tea sitting by the flowerpot. right behind her, the great tiled dome of santa maria dei fieri rises, green and white marble, and clay brown, in the home of the medicis, and those that came before them. S is supposed to get up for dinner in a minute, but it doesn't feel urgent. what could be urgent here? it's been thousands of years that humans have been here, and we're still losing buttons and forgetting about the tea until it's cold. maybe one day, something will change. but not today.

ps, i am reading all your comments, and i'll respond to them soon. love you guys. :)

Date: 2015-10-05 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh it sounds amazing!

Date: 2015-10-05 06:30 pm (UTC)
wolfshark: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wolfshark
Your trip sounds like it's been amazing so far!

Date: 2015-10-05 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooh, it sounds so lovely. :d

Date: 2015-10-05 11:05 pm (UTC)
ext_9649: (readings in modern postmodernism)
From: [identity profile]
not real gaslight? posers. we have real flammable streetlamps here, by god.

Date: 2015-10-06 01:54 am (UTC)
halo: (so close to touching freedom.)
From: [personal profile] halo
I love your descriptions, because I can almost imagine I'm there, too. (taking more photos than ANYONE, I guarantee. <3)



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