AmyHuang
In search for the perfect man in Florence
The beautiful Renaissance city of Florence
"Ciao David." I whispered with admiration in my eyes. In front of me, stands David, head full of light curls with muscle tones at the right places in the right sizes. There he stood, in his manly pose. His perfectly formed frame from head to toe has been argued to be what a man should be, as if God had ever personally crafted each to its fine details. And I wasn't even concentrating on anywhere just below the belt.
The man with all the right proportions
There he stood, the perfect man, naked and very much marbled.
One glimpse at the waiting queue into the Gallery of the Accademia, I gave up hope. I wasn't going to wait three hours just to look at one piece of marble and not have enough time left to explore the rest of the city. Perfect man or not, I figured it wasn't worth the wait. However, there is no escape from Michel Angelo's David anyway, as any corner you turn in Florence, a replica of David either in marble or bronze, towers over you like a giant catwalk model.
Ponte Vecchio - a gathering of gold and silver jewellery traders
The delicately decorated Duomo, right in the heart of Florence city
Many of Florence's main attractions are around the areas near the Old Bridge 'Ponte Vecchio', lined with jewellery traders and buskers impersonating opera puppets, and the Duomo (Cathedral) where rows of market stalls selling from fake football jerseys to 'I love Florence' t-shirts to stretch boxer shorts imprinted with David's groin region. Owners and sales staff from fashion stores along the sides, equipped with face splitting smiles and fake charms trying to sell you 'Made in Italy' styles, preyed on women looking for a bargain, and seeking for unconditional compliments that were pouring out of these trader's mouths.
I sat on a boulder on the roadside, licking away my hazelnut flavoured gelato freshly bought for three Euros, and thought about that groin area I see so much of in Florence: is it just me or is the perfectly proportioned body trying to make up for a lack of size of another kind?
(I did end up buying the boxer shorts, and my now-fiance laughed at my attempt to be a cheeky romantic.)
