A Tuscan Wedding
On Thursday we hit Florence - or more accurately, Florence hit us. Almost a week has passed with nary a moment to write. There has been art galore (and crowds) and history too; quadrants and astrolabes and electromagnetism in the Galileo Museum (and terrifyingly vivid 18th century anatomical models of everything that can go wrong in childbirth); there have been palaces and crowds and gardens and crowds and piazzas and crowds and gelato and crowds and not a few churches (and few crowds!). We have set out as the morning sun is turning the buildings on the Arno golden, and we have staggered home as they grow gold again in the setting sun. It has been exhilarating and exhausting and we can’t wait to tell you all about it. If we can just keep our eyes open long enough. But first, there was The Wedding. It was the occasion that drew us all here: to celebrate with (our nephew) Graham and Hannah his lovely bride as they made their vows. (My brother Rob’s family has developed a specialty in exo...