Tuesday, April 14, 2020
But I didn't grow up with that, and it's not something I've looked for since. Growing up, Easter was tight white patent leather shoes and a dress I would refuse to wear ever again. It was bunnies and baskets and picking out all the black jellybeans for my dad, and trying to keep my mom from eating all my chocolates.
I was ridiculously pleased to run outside and wave to a man in a rabbit suit.
It was eerie, hearing that voice echo inside the enormous, empty Duomo. It must have seemed particularly strange to him; lacking sight, his sense of hearing and space in the empty marble building must have felt disorienting.
link. Also, for my sewing friends, check out the fabric of his jacket. Fancy stuff.
Whoever was in charge of the camera couldn't resist a little fun. This statue of St. Bartholomew was do amazing I took a screenshot so I could look him up after.
I hope you all had a safe and happy weekend, and whatever - if any - holiday you celebrated was good.