This statue is in San Croce, and with a little digging I could figure out whose tomb she's guarding, but that's not why I took the photo. I just love the way the light is pouring over her.
Me and my traveling buddy, Renee, whose daughter is studying in Florence this semester. We're standing in front of Dante's house which--according to the guidebook--really wasn't his house. But he was likely born in one quite similar. Glad I didn't pay the 4 euro to go in.
A street in Siena. The medieval wall still runs around the city center, and so walkways simply run beneath it. The passageway above smelled of damp stone, mold and plaster and was quite dark. I also had to use the flash to take the picture.