A few days spent in Florence, a city where art becomes everyday life.

Florence was a small yet profound city. Initially, I thought one day would be enough, but after spending a day there, I found myself wanting to stay a few more. From the cobblestone streets, the essence of the Renaissance seemed to rise, and time seemed to linger in every corner my eyes touched. The Duomo Cathedral was most beautiful in the morning sunlight. Before the crowds arrived, standing in the quiet square in front of the cathedral and looking up at the red dome was a silent yet moving experience. In Florence, even saying "beautiful" felt like an understatement, as everything was truly extraordinary. At the Uffizi Gallery, I spent the longest time in Botticelli's room. Standing before "Spring" and "The Birth of Venus," I simply stood there for a long while. The figures in the paintings seemed as if they might blink at any moment. Crossing the Ponte Vecchio, the scent of the Arno River and the breeze mingled with the glittering jewelry shops, bringing a sense of calm. In the evening, I climbed Michelangelo Hill to overlook the city. The red rooftops, the flowing river, and the sunset painting the sky—it was a view that needed no words. Florence is a city that stirs the heart quietly. Without rushing, just walking and observing was enough to fill the day. Someday, I hope to walk those cobblestone streets again, with the same feelings in my heart.