It was another hot, sultry day in Florence and I only had the capacity to notice the little things that form a part of bigger things.

I often start a Saturday with a quick (20 minute) walk to view a Renaissance masterpiece fresco where nary a tourist is to be found. And, it’s cool inside. This day, I was drawn to these details on the walk there (the Vespa, the building decoration), but once I arrived my gaze was captured by the wood, the stone, the iron; all the finishes hand-created with either a chisel and hammer, iron tools and fire, or a painting formed with a brush and some paint. It’s all there. No where more lovely than here. You just have to look. It’s all beautiful.

And, not only that, but I learned something completely new that day, and will be posting about it soon. It is a detail of Italian culture, having to do with wooden furniture. Any guesses?!