amy: In Florence

As aforementioned, the stand off between religion and art in each city during out foreign excursion is so evident that one can almost hear it being spoken in the streets. Mainly within Italy, the loudest cries could be heard in Michelangelo’s “hometown.” Florence could speak on innumerable topics ranging from politics to culture, yet its narrative is heard most lucidly within the realm of religion versus art. There is something strange on the streets of Florence. The city is completely torn. Some of the architecture is of the highest quality found in all the world, yet other spots in the city seem to adhere to Savonarola’s iconoclasm. These streets are silent and simple, not betraying what they are thinking. Even today, among the locals, one can see the desire to uphold the artistic tradition- there are quite a few art schools- yet the general atmosphere does not feel alive and ready for change. Florence has sorrow and joy mixed in its streets, a woe begotten young widow ready to start anew. The surrounding countryside of Tuscany seems to beckon to the Firenze inhabitants begging them to imitate its beauty and warmth. Leaving the downtown area of Florence allows one to find the ability to appreciate a vision of the ideal Florence back in the height of its glory, before the religious turmoil. I find it beautiful that artistry will allows live on despite attempts to stifle change and imagination. Ultimately, I do not think that anyone or anything can completely wipe out the ember glow of creativity.