And when I thought of Florence

I had a beautiful quote about Florence by Marcel Proust, but with my recent WordPress issues with images, I’ve lost that photo unfortunately.

Still, Proust’s observation is meaningful and I quote it now: And when I thought of Florence, it was like a miracle city embalmed and like a corolla, because it was called the city of lilies and its cathedral, Saint Mary of the Flowers.”

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