Only a 30 minute bus ride out of Florence, “far from the madding crowd”, is the small town of Fiesole. It is the quintessential Italian town, with its rolling green hills and and cobbled pavements permanently bathed in golden sunlight. A 10 minute trek up a long, winding cobbled path past an old church brought me face to face with this view: The skyline of Florence laid out in all its glory like a life sized mosaic.
There was a really strong wind blowing, so all you could hear was the sound of rustling leaves. A lone photographer and I stood in silence taking in the views as we occasionally looked into our cameras and tried to capture if only a fraction of the beauty of what we were seeing.
Standing there looking down on the city from so high up reminded me of that iconic line Morgan Freeman said in Shawshank Redemption:
“We sat and drank with the sun on our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been tarring the roof of one of our own houses. We were the lords of all creation.”