A Florentine ramble
"I was in a sort of ecstasy, from the idea of being in Florence, close to the great men whose tombs I had seen. Absorbed in the contemplation of sublime beauty ... I reached the point where one encounters celestial sensations ... Everything spoke so vividly to my soul. Ah, if I could only forget. I had palpitations of the heart, what in Berlin they call 'nerves'. Life was drained from me. I walked with the fear of falling."
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A Tuscan stroll
Fullness, easy living, beauty. Words come tumbling out when it comes to describe this land of Italy, shaped by its turbulent, and sometimes bloody, history.
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