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A Florentine Notebook On the Train
Rome: Monday, 8:17 AM
I haven't seen many buildings yet, so most of my impressions have focused on the passing flora:
On the train to Florence: Monday, 11:15 AM I'm stunned by how gorgeous the Italian countryside is. It's nothing but miles and miles of beautiful, rolling hills and tall, weathered escarpments, most of which have a small village at the top. These villages are usually a fair distance away (see the picture below), but occasionally a trackside cliff will just loom up out of nowhere. In these cases, the villages are close enough to see just how old they are and to feel the crushing weight of Italian history. Cool.
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