The hush of muffled conversation and the squeak of wet rubber soles echoed through the cathedral as I entered. The drop in temperature was obvious, but mainly I shivered from a sense of awe at the fluted columns, the intricacy of the mosaic floors, and the enormous dome soaring above.
My travel companions and I had spent days traipsing through a cold, rain-soaked spring in Italy, and we entered Florence Cathedral as much from a desire to escape the storm outdoors as from wanting to see the famous landmark…
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