The word “privacy” does not exist in Italian. Literally,
there is no translation or equivalent word. Italians like to know what you are
doing, how you are doing, and how that person over there is doing. The Italian
value of closeness is reflected in the architecture.
The streets of Florence
are so tiny and narrow, that it is a safety hazard to be anything but small
and swift. My first few days of wandering the city felt like a pretty,
video-game stress-dream. Side-mirrors and mopeds are my new least favorite
things. But it's worth the anxiety knowing that you'll eventually be spit out into a wide-open piazza where you can take a breather and an espresso.
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Lots of directions |
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Serene moment while getting lost |
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A PIAZZA! |
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Open space |
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