The gunpowder treason and plot.
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Well, enough of that.
Today, on the way home from the studio, there was a small group of folks in white robes and shaved heads ( except for rattails), who were singing and dancing up the road. It was cool.
This past week we went to the Church of San Miniato al Monte. I went weeks before, but this time it was for Art History. Peter told us a series of analogies about his experiences with the priests of the church and other such stories. Really quite entertaining. However, we didn't see a whole lot of the actual church, as the moment Peter started talking about the art and history inside, we were kicked out for a funeral. We left the church. It was empty outside when we entered, but when we exited there was dozens of suited folks. Also, a Jaguar brand hearse.
Besides those things, this week's been basically about just working on classwork.
Actually, the leaves are starting to change and fall now. Autumn has come to Florence.
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