Living in Florence has its ups and downs.
It’s a noisy city and it’s full of tourists who confronted with the indescribable beauty of this city, usually lose their ability to walk properly. Most of them even decide to make matters worse by carrying around their massive backpacks and long selfie sticks at all times. Florence isn’t a forgiving city from an economical standpoint. During the years, I’ve seen countless businesses fail and vanish permanently, businesses that I liked, businesses that I had grown to appreciate. There’s little room for improvement in Florence. Everything has been in the same place for the last 600 years, every building, every fountain, every garden. This makes living there a bit frustrating for minds who yearn for new things, who need new images, new colors, new feelings. It’s a city that demands perfection, something I for one, do not possess. Florence is expensive. It’s a city designed for the rich. Being a simple person with a simple job in Florence doesn’t cut it. You won’t even make it to the end of the month in a dignified manner. In most cases, even having lots of money isn’t enough. You need connections. Florence is a city with stone buildings that have many dark windowless rooms in which old rich men make decisions for the rest of us.
Florence is my favourite city in the world. Florence is the place where a small number of men managed to give physical form to that magical portion of our existence which flows through our bodies without being noticed. I can’t help but think of the words of Louis Isadore Kahn :”What was, has always been. What is, has always been. What will be, has always been.”. Florence has always been there. Florence is that part of our collective essence that was lucky enough to be noticed and then realized by artists such as Brunelleschi, Michelangelo and Leon Battista Alberti. Florence is our attempt to please the gods not mere human beings.
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