It all started with the Cathedral. I made myself to go inside because it was omnipotently staring at me with almighty force. Upon Ingrese, I was presented with great blobs of Baroqueness and a lot of nothing.. (Is that too strong?) I skeedaddled my digs out of there quickly! Perhaps it is a lovely church, just not right for me, today.
The Ducal Palace is huge, it has lovely doors, windows, fireplaces and a substantial art collection. It was a pleasurable experience in this building. The front and part of the interior is being restored so is covered. I have included a few interior photos below. I talked at great length with a Dutch couple (The guy looks like Nico - must be cousins!) who were admiring a Piero. It was a fun conversation.
I was a little disappointed with Raphael’s house. I was expecting it to be, well, a little more…. "Manger like"; you-know: humble; east-of-adelaide; poor kid makes a name for himself kind-of-place. Instead, it looks like his parents were doing alright and could easily afford to send their kid to art school. I expected a “struggling atmosphere.” Curious though it may be, I didn't pay the fee to see the "Birthing room", that seemed a little far fetched to me, instead, I persevered up the incredibly steep hill to the statue and park in his honour. If you ever come to Urbino, just ask for a copy of my pictures, don’t actually walk up this hill yourself. It is like scaling the side of a 10 story building without your spiderman outfit.
I finished my museum run and bicycle tour by 2:00 and didn't want to stay in town anymore. I got the car out of storage and pointed it away. Eventually, I saw a tower that was calling to me, high on a hilltop, in the quasi-distant haze. The tower became my goal. I was determined to stand right beside it. If I knew how I actually got there, I would share, but I don't have a clue. I twisted and turned and upped and downed the car until I found the road. In the meantime, I had slowly, creepingly, lurkingly, driven through a tiny town (Ca' Mazzasette, population 85), three times, where a group of afternoon seniors were sitting on their little chairs chatting as they faced the road. I waved to them each time I went by them. They stared and me and politely waved back! I bet I am the talk of the town! The road to the tower, was, shall I say, "Unkept" - like a "morning-wake-up" hairdo; a little spiky on one side with killer crevices on the other. I decided that the rental car spring suspension wasn't really my worry. I stood right beside the tower! The view from the top was incredible as I really was on the top of Italy.
On another note. I have seen two tourists, wearing their skin-tone colour, secret, save all your important documents, and fool the bad-guy, money belts on the outside of their clothes. How funny is that?
The Ducal Palace is huge, it has lovely doors, windows, fireplaces and a substantial art collection. It was a pleasurable experience in this building. The front and part of the interior is being restored so is covered. I have included a few interior photos below. I talked at great length with a Dutch couple (The guy looks like Nico - must be cousins!) who were admiring a Piero. It was a fun conversation.
I was a little disappointed with Raphael’s house. I was expecting it to be, well, a little more…. "Manger like"; you-know: humble; east-of-adelaide; poor kid makes a name for himself kind-of-place. Instead, it looks like his parents were doing alright and could easily afford to send their kid to art school. I expected a “struggling atmosphere.” Curious though it may be, I didn't pay the fee to see the "Birthing room", that seemed a little far fetched to me, instead, I persevered up the incredibly steep hill to the statue and park in his honour. If you ever come to Urbino, just ask for a copy of my pictures, don’t actually walk up this hill yourself. It is like scaling the side of a 10 story building without your spiderman outfit.
I finished my museum run and bicycle tour by 2:00 and didn't want to stay in town anymore. I got the car out of storage and pointed it away. Eventually, I saw a tower that was calling to me, high on a hilltop, in the quasi-distant haze. The tower became my goal. I was determined to stand right beside it. If I knew how I actually got there, I would share, but I don't have a clue. I twisted and turned and upped and downed the car until I found the road. In the meantime, I had slowly, creepingly, lurkingly, driven through a tiny town (Ca' Mazzasette, population 85), three times, where a group of afternoon seniors were sitting on their little chairs chatting as they faced the road. I waved to them each time I went by them. They stared and me and politely waved back! I bet I am the talk of the town! The road to the tower, was, shall I say, "Unkept" - like a "morning-wake-up" hairdo; a little spiky on one side with killer crevices on the other. I decided that the rental car spring suspension wasn't really my worry. I stood right beside the tower! The view from the top was incredible as I really was on the top of Italy.
On another note. I have seen two tourists, wearing their skin-tone colour, secret, save all your important documents, and fool the bad-guy, money belts on the outside of their clothes. How funny is that?
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