Only twenty-four hours later, I did almost the same run. I realized shortly after leaving our apartment that Iíll need to leave earlier in the morning to have the same experience as yesterday when the city felt almost all mine. There was enough traffic around me to make me change my route as well, which ended up being another pleasant reward.
When I ran across Ponte alla Carraia, I looked to my right to see Ponte Santa Trinita and Ponte Vecchio just behind it. I smiled at the spectacular view. The sun was hidden behind a thin foschia (haze) and a cool breeze was blowing, but the temperatures were moderate.
I was happy to see the glossy reflection of the palazzi (buildings) across the way as I ran along Lungarno Vespucci. A variety of colors shimmered in the Arno. Because I usually run the other direction, I rarely experience the morning colors of the city except out my window. Iím always game for experiencing my city a little differently.
Instead of running under the Corridoio Vasariano, I turned down Via Por Santa Maria away from the Ponte Vecchio. Trucks were unloading merchandise into shops all along the street. I turned up via Vacchereccia toward Piazza della Signoria. I was welcomed by the beautiful faÁade of Palazzo Vecchio. I looked around the piazza and was almost shocked by how empty it was. When I walked through it yesterday afternoon, I couldnít even enjoy it because I had to navigate through the sea of people.
A few people were traversing the piazza, but I could take in the entire Palazzo Vecchio, the statue of David, the Loggia dei Lanzi, and the Fontana di Nettuno all at once. I ran down via della Ninna, which is a narrow street between the Palazzo Vecchio and the Uffizi, and then made my way down via dei Neri.
When I finally stopped running, I felt regenerated. Not just because of the physical aspect, but the entire journey this morning. I want to try to get up earlier so that I can run down via Calzaiuoli before the trucks make their deliveries. Itíd be wonderful to see the Duomo with the sun rising behind it.
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