The beauty of Florence is not the beauty of a museum There is more, there is so much more
It happens to every one of us: to walk downtown of Florence and be projected into another dimension. You imagine life during the centuries that have made the city great: the free Municipality, the Republic, the Signoria, the Grand Duchy (Granducato). Dante, Francesco Ferrucci, the Medici... Talent, wisdom, prosperity. The pillars of an unprecedented enterprise that has left traces of an unmatchable beauty. But the beauty of Florence is not the beauty of a museum. Or of a monument. Or of so many monuments built so closely together. There is more, there is so much more. There is a city that following its genetic trail has always remained true to itself, that welcomed everyone without selling itself, that has allured artists, poets and novelists from all over the world, as a source of inspiration, and not as their scene. Civic virtues, politics and faith. Florence is not a bath of aesthetics. Florence is life. Impulse, risk. It is not a paradise on earth: there was also ferocity, conflict and war. Even fratricidal wars. But it has been and will continue to remain a city of rights, of religion that becomes a social commitment, the city of volunteering, of palaces and small houses, of noble families and aristocracy, the aristocracy of craftsmen.