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[Love: My City & Me] Florence, Italy
by Laura (whose fantastic blogs you can read here and here)
firenze, italia.
My city makes me feel beautiful. Maybe it’s the cobblestone streets or the history in these streets…maybe it’s the fact that Petrarch wrote poems about coming to this city to look for a woman named Laura.
But I feel beautiful in this city. I feel welcome and brave and belonging. I come here to admire, to seek, to soak in all that so many have made their way here to see. The Grand Tour, the pilgrimage to this city of pretty, these visitors paying homage to all that happened here, all the artists and writers and lovers who came here, year after year, to find the beautiful. I am not some stranger. I’m at home amid these statues and stories, and somehow, this city sweeps me up in her swirling enchantment. Somehow, the quiet beauty seeps its way into me.
Maybe it’s the cobblestone streets. Maybe it’s the Renaissance masters who say to me, “you are beautiful. you are. you too are my muse.” I find the beautiful in this city and the beautiful in me.
Photo originally on Laura’s blog here.
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2 years ago • view comments[Love: My City & Me] Florence, Italy
by Laura (whose fantastic blogs you can read here and here)
firenze, italia.
My city makes me feel beautiful. Maybe it’s the cobblestone streets or the history in these streets…maybe it’s the fact that Petrarch wrote poems about coming to this city to look for a woman named Laura.
But I feel beautiful in this city. I feel welcome and brave and belonging. I come here to admire, to seek, to soak in all that so many have made their way here to see. The Grand Tour, the pilgrimage to this city of pretty, these visitors paying homage to all that happened here, all the artists and writers and lovers who came here, year after year, to find the beautiful. I am not some stranger. I’m at home amid these statues and stories, and somehow, this city sweeps me up in her swirling enchantment. Somehow, the quiet beauty seeps its way into me.
Maybe it’s the cobblestone streets. Maybe it’s the Renaissance masters who say to me, “you are beautiful. you are. you too are my muse.” I find the beautiful in this city and the beautiful in me.
Photo originally on Laura’s blog here.
Share your city story with me.
