Day 82

--I just had one of the best stumble upon experiences of my life, both in general and as a Florentine. Jen and I had just eaten a simple dinner, and as we walked down the street, we heard an organ. Normally, if I were by myself, I would have looked into that church and assumed that a mass was going on (or something similar). I would not have considered stopping or walking in, thinking I was interrupting something important. But Jen stopped, looked it, and we realized it was not a mass, but rather an organ concert that happens every night. Mind you, this is happening at 9:30 pm.

We went into the 16^th century church, which was lit by some candles and a few, low spotlights. It was still pretty dark in there, with a random crowd of scattered strangers across the pews. The only cost for this wonderful concert: an optional donation. The setting for this concerto was incredible: a quiet, dimly lit church with a booming, and sometimes soft, organ blaring through its many pipes and resounding through the high ceilings of the church. Eerily beautiful.