Yasas and ciao!
Where to start? I could write pages on the Parthenon, and the ancient Greek agora where Socrates taught. The Mask of Agamemnon at the Greek National Archeological Museum, and the flea market at Monastiraki Square. The metro stations displaying the archeology found when digging the subway, and the cheery faces of every Greek we met. Then of course moussaka, spanikopidas, ouzo, and yogurt with honey.
At the Temple of Hephaesteon in Athens, overlooking the Acropolis and ancient agora
In Rome I could speak of the immensity of the Colosseum, the Roman agora, and Palatine Hill. The beauty of the Vatican and Sistine Chapel, and the surprising number of open squares scattered across the city. The Trevi Fountain and Spanish Steps with their trillions of tourists. The crypts and catacombs under Rome, churches with unbelievable art, and the hostel where Maxi and Elke served homemade hot chocolate in the mornings.
Us at the Trevi Fountain. We got a miniature version for the cats to serve as their water bowl. :)
Streets of Rome.
Inside of Colosseum.
In Florence there was the Ponte Vecchio bridge, the outdoor courtyard/museum in the Piazza della Signoria, and the Santa Croce church with its elaborate tombs of Michelangelo, Dante, Galileo, and Machiavelli. Through it all was gelato once a day, pizza cut by weight and folded in half, and lasagna and spaghetti to die for.
Ponte Vecchio bridge in Florence.
All-important gelato, Italian ice cream.
We have hundreds of pictures, literally - three memory cards' worth. I think we have one card's worth of art alone. Jonathan has already started sorting them, so he'll put up a huge picture post in the next week or so. Here's some art as a preview.
Caryatid at Acropolis museum in Athens.
Inside of St. Peter's Basilica
Part of a bronze door relief in Florence, by Bernini (same guy who designed St. Peter's square)
"Rape of the Sabine Women" in Florence
Ceiling of the Map Room at the Vatican.
At the Temple of Hephaesteon in Athens, overlooking the Acropolis and ancient agora
In Rome I could speak of the immensity of the Colosseum, the Roman agora, and Palatine Hill. The beauty of the Vatican and Sistine Chapel, and the surprising number of open squares scattered across the city. The Trevi Fountain and Spanish Steps with their trillions of tourists. The crypts and catacombs under Rome, churches with unbelievable art, and the hostel where Maxi and Elke served homemade hot chocolate in the mornings.
Us at the Trevi Fountain. We got a miniature version for the cats to serve as their water bowl. :)
Streets of Rome.
Inside of Colosseum.
In Florence there was the Ponte Vecchio bridge, the outdoor courtyard/museum in the Piazza della Signoria, and the Santa Croce church with its elaborate tombs of Michelangelo, Dante, Galileo, and Machiavelli. Through it all was gelato once a day, pizza cut by weight and folded in half, and lasagna and spaghetti to die for.
Ponte Vecchio bridge in Florence.
All-important gelato, Italian ice cream.
We have hundreds of pictures, literally - three memory cards' worth. I think we have one card's worth of art alone. Jonathan has already started sorting them, so he'll put up a huge picture post in the next week or so. Here's some art as a preview.
Caryatid at Acropolis museum in Athens.
Inside of St. Peter's Basilica
Part of a bronze door relief in Florence, by Bernini (same guy who designed St. Peter's square)
"Rape of the Sabine Women" in Florence
Ceiling of the Map Room at the Vatican.
4 Comments:
I'm so happy to hear your voice thru your narration! The trip sounds and looks fabulous. Can't wait to see more pictures!
Love to you both,
Mom
The impact of your presentation is overwhelming! My heart is beating quick-step while I feel insignificant in the enormity of ancient surroundings captured so eloquently in your photographs. The beauty of which humankind is capable of creating, down through the centuries, stands as living proof that it is beauty which will prevail. Waiting breathlessly for your future posts about this trip, and Jonathan's treasure-trove of photos.
yer Savta
My soul aches for its homeland and my heart is ripped in two. When will discussions occur?
Mom and Savta, I'm so glad you liked my summary! You won't *believe* how many pictures we took. And you're right - the creativity of our ancestors overwhelms me. I honestly can't think of anything we've done that surpasses them - bigger cars, internet? We have nothing of pure form and beauty that compares. All the statues, friezes, frescoes seem so REAL, it's like they could have been painted yesterday. My emotions and that of those living 2500 years ago are the same.
And Antonio, how about tonight? I can't quite put your heart back together over the phone, but I can do my best to assuage the pain with some good religious geekiness.
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