By day four, we hopped onto the lovely Italian train system to make our way to Florence. I just have to say that it's really strange seeing priests all over the place - train stations, trains, restaurants (sitting at the table next to you while you try to remember not to use any swear words), shopping centers, grocery stores, etc. In America, it's so easy to forget that priests are real people, but that fact seems to be really in your face in Italy.
Florence is really great for people who are into art. Or vampires/freaky creatures of the night. There's a street with stores that sell Halloween appropriate items, which made me squeal with delight. One can never have too many Scream masks or plastic fangs.
Posters of discontent? Reflection of the violence from the past year, possibly?
Vampire books, in Italian. Creepy ass cover.
At the Museo dell'Opera di Santa Croce. They have the various proposals submitted by artists for a famous cathedral in town.
This is famous. I think.
Baptism of John the Baptist.