A church
November 6th 2008 17:41
Walking the streets of Florence was great fun for me. The old peeled walls along the narrow, ancient lanes so easily lend themselves to a mystic ambience, especially in the early morning with the slanting lights. One morning I passed a church around Street St Monaca and went in for no reason. It was a modest looking church that wasn't even on my map, and I was shocked to see frescos on the walls, dated 12th and 13th centuries. Some parts of the frescos had fallen off and were painted over with white paint. The result was a fragment in the middle of the empty wall teeming with life, should have disappeared but hadn't... it gave me more shocking sensation than paintings in the museums, because they grew out of and were still alive there and then in that small and empty church, not on display but just part of daily life. A care taker walked around and turned off the lights one by one, patiently waited till I went out and locked the door. It was a strange experience...
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