Magical Florence: a place where two worlds collide

Florence, the world of art and magic, visited by Italian Artisan

Florence breathes art, for it is the ultimate triumph of vision and passion, portrayed through the impeccable city streets full of visionaries. Join us in the adventure!

Multi-coloured world, made of finest crystals, captured my mind. Everything there is so calm, yet so noisy and powerful. Sunshine, trembling softly, like lovers’ masquerade – so seductive, I can feel its provocation. This is Florence. Skyline breaks the perfect shape, made of sweetest fragrances. I am mesmerized by the scenery and caught between the battle of two worlds; past and present, but I’m not sure anymore. Noiseless chorus, blowing through leaves and trees, brings the gentle peace.

Looking over the city of Florence

Remarkable spirit of history and tradition tempts my senses, and I am drowning in the depth of its strength. The moon is his rival, and the stars are his mistresses; eternal battle of the universe. I am trembling upon the works of magnificent art – like a song unsung, a misspelled word that no one knows. Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Dante, Machiavelli, Galileo – like mighty titans sneer at my presence. I am a marionette in a magnetic field. I never want to close my eyes again, I never want to leave this sight.

The whole world stopped, and the unbreakable silence stole the glory of the universe.

Art in Florence

Finally, the wind is spinning me around the silver strings, down its arms. I am caught in a loop of centuries worth of skills and traditions of artisan culture. It seems like these streets have captured their deepest secrets and buried them deep behind corners, revealing them through whispers of the evening breeze. You can hear them if you listen closely. Not even diamonds in the sky can replace the notes of this poem.

Sunset in Florence

As the sun finds its way to the horizon, artisans unleash the skill and enrich the world, leaving people in awe. Lines on their faces tell stories of apprentices learning from remarkable virtuosity of their maestri. This is the power of art. This is the power of tradition. It is sealed deep inside Florentine magicians’ hearts. My vision changed completely. Crossing the invisible line between two worlds opened my senses and made me a part of something intangible, unreachable, and immortal. Florence breathes art, for it is the ultimate triumph of vision and passion, portrayed through the impeccable city streets full of visionaries.

Miracles do happen. My whole life I desperately wanted to experience the power of magic, not knowing it was right there, in front of me.

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