Art Culture and More

The beautiful timbre of the local tongue

Walking through corridors saturated

In the 15th century, buildings and culture

Breathing deeply in, immersing myself

Being tortured by men with selfie sticks

Or worse, men running around the square

With prams, alongside goats, a festival

The Uffizi offered room after room

Of religious iconography. The faces all

Miserable, a life of faith wasted

I stood underneath David, looking

At a lens that was gripped

By someone more unique than all the history

On show. My love

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