rio arno, il duomo, those weird few blocks of the city center that don't quite fit in plan. things i remember about firenze (2005) that for some reason have recently resurfaced.
this is undoubtedly due to a postcard from the Ambrosios that makes its home in the back fold of my sketchbook.
i imagine the ponte vecchio reaching critical mass, ultimately tumbling into the arno.
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