Thursday was a beautiful, clear day so, Teague and I decided that we would do what everyone who goes to Florence should do, and climb to the top of the Duomo. The experience proved to be a much needed respite from the perpetual maze of narrow city streets and gave me a whole new perspective on the city. What we refer to as "the duomo" is formally called the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore. 
| We climbed to the top of the dome in the background (It's bigger than it looks in this photo). | 
 Teague and I both pushed our fears of small spaces and heights aside and made the climb. I am grateful I did the trip on a weekday because I can not imagine how scary it would be to climb the narrow spiral staircase on a busy weekend day.
| This was the easy part... | 
| This was the hard part. We had to climb straight up. | 
When I got to the top, I sort of freaked out and began to grasp the railing and my purse because it is SOOO high and there isn't much standing between you and a flying death. It was extremely windy at the top and I could definitely imagine someone being jolted by a gust of wind, losing their balance and flipping over the meager railing on the edge of the dome. After collecting myself a bit, I moved closer to the edge of the dome and peered over. The contrast between the pristine blue sky and the expanse of orange roof tops was breath-taking. I was beginning to feel a bit frustrated with the business of the tourist filled city, but the peaceful quiet of the top of the duomo more than redeemed Florence in my eyes. 

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