Art History

3/20/15

Day 64

For some strange reason, our semester was only 13 weeks long but the professors are required to teach 14 week curriculums, so instead of letting us stay an extra week, we had to give up part of our weekend for each class. WHY. Anyway, today was the day of my weekend Art History class. Only 6 people showed up and attendance matters so I guess a lot of people got screwed. But we went to both San Marco Convent and the Medici Chapel and they were on my list! It only sucked because I kind of felt sick so I couldn't enjoy them as much as I wanted to. (Which explains the lack of pictures)

Sorry that this is all I have to show for visiting San Marco. I want to go back to properly photograph them!

(The best I got of the Medici Chapel was just the ceiling) 

I was starving by the end of class, so I went to Mercato Centrale and got the same puffy bread/pizza as my third day in Florence. You can appreciate the tomatoes and oregano of my last bite in detail: 

My phone didn't work, despite the fact that I just recharged my plan. I went in to TIM to ask why I'm paying for a service I never get to use and they took more of my money. And lots of time. At least while I twiddled my thumbs, I also had a prime location to people watch as people came in, took their ticket, and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited and got pissed. I was surprised to see that most customers were American, Canadian, or only spoke English as a second language, like most Asians. I also recognized the same French people from two days ago, which means that either they had to wait so long that they left or, like me, something didn't work. Surprise surprise. The waiting got so out of hand that the Asian lady next to me groaned. Asians never express displeasure!! And the really sad part was that she was not the first people I'd seen almost have a coronary in that store. 

Luckily, I got the chance to calm down with a walk through Boboli Gardens with my friends Brett and Elena. We were trying to see the inside of the Buontalenti Grotto but when we got to the ticket window, there was a sign saying the grotto was closed today. It turned out to be ok because I got to see a cooler part of the gardens than I'd seen before, but I still was feeling sick so I didn't stay too long. And I'm still disappointed with how pictures of Boboli turn out!

Over the edge of this garden, we could see what looked like countryside. A boy was riding his four wheeler up and down the hills around his dad who was working on something and it looked like so much fun. Especially because the weather was so nice. 

When we left, we sat out front on the area in front of Palazzo Pitti for awhile. A wedding photoshoot was happening on the ledge on one side. At one point, we heard cheering and turned to see that everyone around us (lots of people hang out there) wanted the bride and groom to kiss. It was cool because before that, everyone had seemed to be involved in their own personal lives and then suddenly their private photoshoot became a very public moment that we were all a part of.