To Die in Florence The bells of the CathedralSinging in the warm fall sunSipping cappuccinoUnder the watchful gazeOf Dante.Tasting the creamy sweetnessOf cool gelatoStrolling the Ponte del VecchioWhile merchants enticeWith their waresOf leather and gold.Sunlight shimmering onThe river Arno.David standing proudIn his naked perfection.Cosimo looks down onThe admiring throngsIn the Piazza Della Signoria.Sitting on the Loggia di LanziAs the tower of thePalazzo VecchioCasts a long … Continue reading To Die in Florence