... is in fact something to behold.
The sunset light, that is, in the Piazza della Signoria and its environs. Tboy can't remember exactly which piazza the title song of that Adam Guettel musical is all het up about, but it hardly matters... The old quarter of Florence is, um, just staggeringly beautiful. So much so that Tboy resents the five minutes he's spending in a rather bland Internet cafe getting this missive off to you.
Yes, there's something occasionally Renaissance Disney about it, with the horse-drawn carriages and the squeaky-clean stone streets and the nighttime uplighting on all the glamorous architecture.
And yes, there are many, many tourists, better than which Tboy tries his best to behave.
But Tboy and Dr. H strolled through town last night, doing the passeggiata down from the Duomo, and swung by the Palazzo Vecchio and the Uffizi just as the evening light was tracing the tops of the walls, and then meandered down to stand next to the statue of Cellini on the Ponte Vecchio, where we watched the sunset over the westerly reach of the Arno.
And damn if Tboy, who sat more or less unmoved through the war crimes and the wailing in The Monument last week, didn't get a little choked up at just how damn lyrical things were in more or less every direction.