A while ago I visited my wife’s family in Firenze. I had presented a paper at a software engineering conference in Brussels and negotiated with my company at the time to visit Italy. It was late October and Winter was setting in. But one morning I caught a bus into town early and stood on the Ponte Vecchio and did these two watercolour paintings. It was freezing and there was no-one about. It felt so good to be painting in such a historical setting.
I think this is the view downstream. Someone pointed out the tower where Michelangelo hid when Florence was overrun by his enemies. I will read this history again.
I crossed to the other side of the bridge and did a painting looking upstream.
While I was painting, a rat the size of a terrier jumped into the river and swam across.