Galleria degli Uffizi They say that 80% of the world's great artworks are in Italy, and 60% of those are in Florence. I hit the two most notable galleries today, Uffizi and Accademia and have come to a sorry conclusion: I am museumed out. If I did just see 60% of the world's great art, I missed it. I just was unable to appreciate just about everything. The two most impressive things I saw the whole day, art-wise, were the sketches of the masters, like Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Raphael, etc. and... The David which was the single most impressive piece of art I've ever seen with my own eyes. The scuplture is, well, perfect. It's amazing. Painted well and perhaps reduced in size, you would believe it really was a human being, just with an amazing capacity to stand still. It's lifelike. It's so perfect that I swear it looks like it's breathing. At any moment he could just jump down and start whipping people with that towel. I'm going to give up describing it and raving about it, just come here and check it out. No picture or virtual tour or website or anything can do it justice. Demain, L'Avenir, Certainties of Weirdness Back to Nice. I'm staying there for the night of the 8th and 9th, then it's back to Rhode Island, baby. The trip shall be at an end. It'll be weird not be moving every few days or weeks. It'll certainly be weird to be around millions of english speaking Americans with little or no accent (well, Rhode Island accent, but even that's less severe than, say, a Scottish one). It'll certainly be weird. But off of that, I'm still sort of trying to get my head around this whole trip and how I've changed and stuff. I'm sure I'll have some big update once I'm back, sort of a summation, a thank you and all that. But till then, business style stuff calls. Errands. Go to Nice (Nizza as the Italians say in their lovely language), pick up my stuff from Madame Mercier, go out with Lauren and Fez (trust me, I'll get a good picture and you'll understand why we call him that) one last time as no one can tell when I'll next see them, get my travel affairs in order, figure out how to fit everything into my three bags, then get on a plane. Holy god. It really is almost over. It'll certainly be weird.