Missing something from Florence?

Posted on November 6, 2013

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Arriving at Ponte Vecchio during dawn feels like finding the missing piece of the Florence puzzle.

These are some shots of the most romantic European bridge very early this morning.  Here is an effort to grasp the charm of this famous Italian bridge, of Florence and of something else, not sure how to call it… something I’m always looking for when travelling (probably the reason why I travel) and which seems to be really close to me when I find myself around bridges and markets.

Let’s concentrate on bridges for now since I happen to have some pictures of a poetic, deserted bridge to share with you. The project came to my mind last Sunday when I accidentally found myself on this same bridge at the worst possible time of the day, apparently…

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What has to be noticed in this photo is the number 7 on the orange round sticker of the tourist lady wearing the black shirt. They get numbered now! I had never seen this before. I admit that I generally lack tolerance towards massive tourism but these numbers go beyond what I could have imagined. I can deal with the big red bus, the 5-hour waiting lines (especially since I have the choice not to wait), and the general lack of quality in the way most people welcome travelers, but I was just not able to digest the fact that they are now putting numbers on them… “tourist number 1, number 2…., number 25” and then again “tourist number 1, number 2…., number 25”. Each group has its members numbered… but the members seem happy. They smile. That’s when I stop the thinking since I find no rational explanation to what is going on and I try to find other ways to express myself. I made this point to explain how I got submerged by the need to see this medieval bridge ALONE.

I was not alone. Other people too had this need at 5 o’clock in the morning on the Ponte Vecchio Bridge but the persons I saw there were (according to my criteria) the most normal visitors I’ve encountered in Florence so far. They were from different backgrounds but they were travelers, not tourists (or nightlife lovers, to be honest) and they were there to think, sometimes to take some pictures (not maniacally, just a couple of pictures) or to talk and hang out in what I discovered to be a magical place. I did not take pictures of these late-night-bridge-visitors out of respect for the authentic moments they were experiencing but I hope to have been able to grasp some drops of atmosphere, just enough to convince you to make the effort to cross that bridge, if you ever visit or re-visit Florence. Make the effort to stay up all night, or to wake up at dawn for a journey through water and time, deep blue space and shiny glass; with a special invitation to artistic souls (not only photographers) who may get shivers of great satisfaction while crossing the bridge.

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The bridge

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Cross the bridge

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Alone

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Cannot buy

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Closed

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Avoid

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Look out

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Look in

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Walk in

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metal

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water

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glass

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Long night for jewelers

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Behind the curtains

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Ponte Vecchio

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Florence d’arabie

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Old bridge

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