Florence: labyrinth in the hostel
October 27th 2008 15:42
The hostel I lived in Florence was in a 15th century building on street Santa Monica. The staircases were mystifying because to go the bathroom I needed to go out of the dorm room, turn right and cross a door, go forward passing two staircases, then go down some stairs and then go up some others ahead, turn left and cross a door, go ahead and turn left, enter a door and go down a land of stairs, and finally arrive.
Kind of charming journey—I think I’d seen Renaissance paintings with labyrinth staircases, and now I was in one. So Florence, obsessed with flora and flowery patterns, spread the rooms and staircases like petals and plants too?
I bet something happens to one’s head when he lives in an interior like that.
I met a boy who said he slept in another hostel made of an abandoned church, his bed under a 13th century fresco. Maybe only in Italy where history is kind of daily life because it’s too abundant everywhere and no separate space can contain it…
Kind of charming journey—I think I’d seen Renaissance paintings with labyrinth staircases, and now I was in one. So Florence, obsessed with flora and flowery patterns, spread the rooms and staircases like petals and plants too?
I met a boy who said he slept in another hostel made of an abandoned church, his bed under a 13th century fresco. Maybe only in Italy where history is kind of daily life because it’s too abundant everywhere and no separate space can contain it…
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