The Flâneur

Leaving Florence behind, the train runs divinely through the green countryside of Italy, one sits comfortably and remembers how magic the town felt, how amazing the buildings were, the effort that has gone into such work. All the art around makes one dreams for better existence, for finer world to be part of. The minds of the greatness were once around, one can only ask what must have been like for them, back then when only a couple of favorites could have the pleasure to wonder around the streets, discussing higher matters. Remembering of the colours, shapes, faces one understands that such an existence, such a town can only be appreciated when one forgets the cruel reality and let all fear go, having that way the soul ready for a journey that will change not only our knowledge of the world but how we fell about creation. And of course if one need to light up while taking the experience in there is always the amazing ice-cream to help keeping the air cool.