Basilica di San Dominico at Dawn |
Waking early our last morning in Siena, I ventured out into
the cold to say arrivederci to my favorite sites within its city walls. From
the doorway, San Dominico was barely visible through the fog. Floodlights
highlight many of the massive historic buildings throughout the night and into
the early morning hours creating stunning architectural sights all around the
city.
Entering the Piazza del Duomo |
I turned left up Via di Diacceto, past the school and up the
steps to the Piazza del Duomo. Usually filled with the hum of large crowds
and vendors, the only sound heard was cooing and the flap of pigeon
wings set to flight by my presence.
Musical strains quickly entered my thoughts
as I reflected on the street musician as he passionately played his violin in
the corner to my right.
Rays of light
from streetlamps made their way through the foggy mist casting a yellow glow
about the courtyard.
Rounding the corner my eyes came to rest on a young couple, their voices barely audible, seated on a long stone bench as they took in the breathtaking sight of the Duomo - its tall tower barely visible in the fog.
Rounding the corner my eyes came to rest on a young couple, their voices barely audible, seated on a long stone bench as they took in the breathtaking sight of the Duomo - its tall tower barely visible in the fog.
The Duomo |
Piazza del Duomo |
Following the path to our frequently visited caffè bar, I
was surprised by a sudden burst of laughter making its way through an unlatched window. A
door flew open as an agente di polizia locale stepped outside for an early morning smoke.
After casting an inquisitive glance my direction he lit his cigarette and drew in a deep inhalation of smoke. The street narrowed opening onto the Via di Città and past the Piazza del Campo.
On I went taking twists and turns up and down narrow alleys. Streetlights began to take on a more pristine hue as the fog lifted with the rising o the sun. Lights came on in windows; doors were opening; storefront grilles were being rolled up. Siena was waking up to say Buongiorno (good morning) as I was walking past to say Goodbye.
On I went taking twists and turns up and down narrow alleys. Streetlights began to take on a more pristine hue as the fog lifted with the rising o the sun. Lights came on in windows; doors were opening; storefront grilles were being rolled up. Siena was waking up to say Buongiorno (good morning) as I was walking past to say Goodbye.
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