Her colour and her beauty left me breathless. She was passionate, an artist, a poet, a sculptor.
People came to see and hear her…to experience a night a day a week and bathe in her strength, her fearlessness and her spirit.
At the birth of the Renaissance she was infused with intention, emotion and knowledge.
And she had secrets. Secrets hidden in plain sight…visible only to those who desired to see what was beyond what they could touch.
We walked together through cobblestone lanes over bridges…in medieval homes of splendour and love.
She was called Firenze, City of Tuscany.