We woke up to a little more rain. It will likely rain on and off all day, so we’ll definitely be taking our jackets and umbrella with us.
We ate breakfast, cleaned up and got ready to go. Today we are going to see a huge naked guy named Dave. Per Sue, we are going to the Accademia to see the Statue of David. Always with the details…
It’s a bit of a walk to the Galleria Della Accademia, but though it’s been years, we remembered the route. Once you get close to the Duomo area, you can just follow the crowds.
Our tickets are for a 1:30 entry time, so we have a little over forty-five minutes to wait. We exchanged our voucher for our tickets, which included entry for the Uffizi tomorrow. About fifteen minutes before our time, they line everyone up. That simple little step keeps the pushing and jostling down to a minimum.
They have changed things a little bit inside. They have added some additional artworks in a section that leads to the main gallery.
As soon as you turn the corner, you can see David at the far end. Along the way, Michelangelo Buonarroti’s other works: ‘The Prisoners’ guide you.
At the end of the hall, in its place of honor stands ‘David’.
We’ve been lucky and privileged to have seen some wonderful art pieces throughout the years. David is one of my favorites.
Next on our agenda was leaving the gallery and getting wet. It was once again lightly raining off and on, so we made our way back towards the apartment.
Italy and France have something that you don’t find in other countries – Accordionists. And there is nothing that I enjoy more than coming across a good one. And once again today, I found one.
On the street leading home, we checked out a couple of restaurant menus. We were a bit hungry and some places smelled so good!
With a little coaxing from a waitress out front, we popped into the Tavernetta Della Signoria. We thought it would be for a little nosh, but it ended up being an early dinner. Everything was delicious, the portions were plentiful and the cost was very reasonable. Oh yes, and their pastas were all homemade.
With full tummies, we made our way back to the apartment. We made one quick stop at the shop across the street to get some water, yogurt, milk and snacks. The gentleman at the shop remembered us and was so nice. He had a fresh tray of homemade biscotti and seemed delighted that I was eyeing them and actually bought four. What a great breakfast they would make – if only I had some Vin Santo.
Once back in the apartment, we changed and got comfortable for the evening. Lots of pictures needed reviewing and cataloging and this would be a perfect evening to catch up.
Tomorrow we visit the Uffizi Gallery.