Category: Renaissance

I spent three hours last Tuesday in the Duomo, not looking at the frescoes or the golden light, but crouched on a scaffold, tracing the line where the brickwork meets the ribs. Most guidebooks will try to sell you a…

I spent three hours last Tuesday crouched on a scaffold near the Duomo, not looking at the skyline, but squinting at a single, stubborn seam of mortar. Most people visit the brunelleschi dome in florence to marvel at the sheer…