Florence: Street Photography

A rainy first day gives way to sun the next morning. Lost in the side streets. Small alleys and narrow roads. We approach the Duomo and I stop in my tracks - the scale is unreal. How did anyone build this gigantic marvel? Further on now, trapped in a sea of tourists on a small road that suddenly opens up to a huge plaza - the Piazza della Signoria.  Once again the scale leaves me speechless.



I will remember certain things about Florence. Leather shops. Gelato. Tiled roofs. A bronze man riding on a giant gleaming bronze turtle. Yellow and burnt-orange colored buildings. The Duomo lit up at night.

Long days stretch the light further than I’m used to and allow me to shoot well into the evening hours. I don’t mind at all.