Contemplating my space, I realized I had already found mine the night I arrived in Florence. That night was the first time that I glimpsed the enclosed yard of my housing: the Garden Apartment. While I have wandered around the city for the past week and a half, nothing has captivated my interest quite as much as the enchanting secrets and mysteries of my own gated yard. The Garden Apartment yard is a celebration of ancient and discarded items- a treasure trove of objects eternally awaiting utility. Opening the barred iron gate to this overgrown kingdom reveals a gravel path lined by high reaching vegetation on one side and and obscure straw fence on the other. This path opens up into the garden yard- the most intriguing contents of which I have, yet so far, found to be an old baby swing (the strength of which has proved to support the weight of one college-aged girl), the image of Madonna and Child embedded above the entrance of the house, and a small shed (protected by a delapidated, moss covered wooden fence)... and those are only the most obvious subjects of the yard's infinite fascinations.
Though my space seems to be one in which activity is limited, it will be interesting to uncover the untold story of its life and mysteries
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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