I can still hear the echo of what Rick is going to tell me when I return: "Moore, you travel halfway across the globe, go to Florence, and you don't go the Ufizzi?! Where are your priorities man?!" All I can say is that we weren't planning on spending 2 days in Florence, the line of cows waiting to get into the Ufizzi was hours long, Boticelli can wait (or he will be better remembered in print; Picasso, at least his cubism, is better as plates in a text book), and they were holding Octoberfest in Dante's piazza (note Lynchian character in middle of the shot below)... what do you want from me?
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