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[Entry 15] Scarves are gay.

14 December 201005:50AMepic-triptravel

Hey! This post is really old. You should take it with a grain of salt.

Scarves make you look gay.

Unfortunately, they're the only way to stop your neck freezing off.

Fortunately, everyone else is also wearing scarves, and thus also look gay, so you fit right in.

Look at that person wearing a scarf. Goodness me.

Here is a picture of me wearing a scarf. In this picture, I also happen to be on top of the Duomo, which despite being built in the 1400s is still the tallest building in the city, and thus has an excellent view. There are 463 steps to the top (not that I counted- it said so on the sign) and I felt really good when I got to the top because all the American and Japanese tourists were panting like they'd just run a marathon. The climb up is probably about as interesting as the view. The stairs to the top pass inside the structure, so you get a pretty good idea of the construction of the dome. It actually seems to be two domes, one inside the other, with the stairs running between. It also switches between stone and brickwork, which according to the free audio guide thingies I downloaded, is so they can fishtail the bricks for a stronger structure or something. Also, the walls were covered in graffiti despite signs telling you not to. This is fairly typical of a major monument.

Yo dog, I heard you like domes, so I put a dome in your dome so you can walk up stairs while you walk up stairs.

I went by myself because dad a) didn't feel very well and; b) accidentally bought some shares instead of selling last night. Both of these facts may be related to the jug of Italian wine he had with dinner last night. (I tried some. I said It tasted like wine. Dad shook his head when I said that). I actually really enjoyed walking around the city by myself. It feels exciting and exhilarating and just a little bit scary (even though it's perfectly safe). I bought a waffle, even, and walked down the street across the Ponte Vecchio (which is this bridge from the 1300s with shops along it which sell sparkly things) and pretended to 'take in the surroundings' while actually just eating a waffle, because that's what you do when you're a tourist in Europe.

But seriously, who puts shops on a bridge?

We're probably going to go out again this afternoon and look at statues and art. Which will be great, I'm sure.

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