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the Uffizi
Madonna and Child. By Luca Signorelli, in the Uffizi
†The Birth of Venus. By Botticelli, in the Uffizi
The Annunciation. By Botticelli, in the Uffizi
San Giacomo. By Andrea del Sarto, in the Uffizi
The Madonna del Cardellino. By Raphael, in the Uffizi
The Madonna del Pozzo. By Franciabigio, in the Uffizi
Monument to Count Ugo. By Mino da Fiesole, in the Badia
David. By Donatello, in the Bargello By Verrocchio, in the Bargello
St. George. By Donatello, in the Bargello
Madonna and Child. By Verrocchio, in the Bargello
Madonna and Child. By Luca della Robbia, in the Bargello
Bust of a Boy. By Luca or Andrea della Robbia, in the Bargello
*Monument to Carlo Marzuppini. By Desiderio da Settignano, in S.
Croce
David. By Michelangelo, in the Accademia
The Flight into Egypt. By Fra Angelico, in the Accademia
The Adoration of the Shepherds. By Ghirlandaio, in the Accademia
The Vision of S. Bernard. By Fra Bartolommeo, in the Accademia
Virgin and Child Enthroned, with Saints. By Botticelli, in the
Accademia
Primavera. By Botticelli, in the Accademia
The Coronation of the Virgin. By Fra Angelico, in the Convent of S.
Marco
The Annunciation. By Luca della Robbia, in the Spedale degli
Innocenti
The Birth of the Virgin. By Ghirlandaio, in S. Maria Novella
The Madonna del Granduca. By Raphael, in the Pitti
The Madonna della Sedia. By Raphael, in the Pitti
The Concert. By Giorgione, in the Pitti
Madonna Adoring. By Botticini, in the Pitti
The Madonna and Children. By Perugino, in the Pitti
*A Gipsy. By Boccaccio Boccaccini, in the Pitti
All the illustrations are from photographs by G. Brogi, except those
marked †, which are by Fratelli Alinari, and that marked *, which is by
R. Anderson.

A WANDERER IN FLORENCE

CHAPTER I
The Duomo I: Its Construction
The City of the Miracle--The Marble Companions--Twilight and
Immensity--Arnolfo di Cambio--Dante's seat--Ruskin's
"Shepherd"--Giotto the various--Giotto's fun--The indomitable
Brunelleschi--Makers of Florence--The present façade.
All visitors to Florence make first for the Duomo. Let us do the same.
The real name of the Duomo is the Cathedral of S. Maria del Fiore, or
St. Mary of the Flowers, the flower being the Florentine lily. Florence
herself is called the City of Flowers, and that, in the spring and summer,
is a happy enough description. But in the winter it fails. A name
appropriate to all the seasons would be the City of the Miracle, the
miracle being the Renaissance. For though all over Italy traces of the
miracle are apparent, Florence was its very home and still can point to
the greatest number of its achievements. Giotto (at the beginning of this
quickening movement) may at Assisi have been more inspired as a
painter; but here is his campanile and here are his S. Maria Novella and
S. Croce frescoes. Fra Angelico and Donatello (in the midst of it) were
never more inspired than here, where they worked and died.
Michelangelo (at the end of it) may be more surprising in the Vatican;
but here are his wonderful Medici tombs. How it came about that
between the years 1300 and 1500 Italian soil--and chiefly Tuscan
soil--threw up such masters, not only with the will and spirit to do what
they did but with the power too, no one will ever be able to explain.
But there it is. In the history of the world two centuries were suddenly
given mysteriously to the activities of Italian men of humane genius
and as suddenly the Divine gift was withdrawn. And to see the very
flower of these two centuries it is to Florence we must go.
It is best to enter the Piazza del Duomo from the Via de' Martelli, the

Via de' Cerretani, the Via Calzaioli, or the Via Pecori, because then one
comes instantly upon the campanile too. The upper windows--so very
lovely--may have been visible at the end of the streets, with
Brunelleschi's warm dome high in the sky beside them, but that was not
to diminish the effect of the first sight of the whole. Duomo and
campanile make as fair a couple as ever builders brought together: the
immense comfortable church so solidly set upon the earth, and at its
side this delicate, slender marble creature, all gaiety and lightness,
which as surely springs from roots within the earth. For one cannot be
long in Florence, looking at this tower every day and many times a day,
both from near and far, without being perfectly certain that it
grows--and from a bulb, I think--and was never really built at all,
whatever the records may aver.
The interior of the Duomo is so unexpected that one has the feeling of
having entered, by some extraordinary chance, the wrong building.
Outside it was so garish with its coloured marbles, under