Warning: British spelling may be used in this post. If encountered, simply continue as if nothing happened.
Note: Actual pictures taken from our frivolous escapades will be uploaded as soon as is feasible*.
We awoke this morning to the nefarious clamour of middle-aged Italian men dressed less stylishly than the stereotype of Italian men (from Italy) demands. Surely the incessant noise was either because they were busy chatting up the waitress at the Kopa Kabana Gelateria across the street, or because they felt compelled to tear across the medieval paving stones on their Vespas. In a word, cacophony.
With the exception of one Jordan Andrew Hurwich, we left relatively early and decided to visit the Duomo, an exquisite cathedral constructed entirely of white and black marble (pictures forthcoming, but for now this is fine). Highlights include a myriad of inlaid marble engravings all over the floor of the cathedral, statues of the Apostles towering over the mortals on the ground level, and a room with vellum hymnals, decorated with particularly fine line and paintwork, and generous helpings of gold.
