The veins in his right hand and arm gave me chills... almost as if he were indeed alive.
The galleria was lightly filled as we entered early in the a.m..... but quickly filled with hundreds, all quiet and respectful in his presence. A glass barricade now surrounds his pedestal..... Some years back, before the solid barricade, a man with hammer crossed over roped barricades and damaged the right foot.
It was cold in Florence... snow flurries outside the Galleria before and after our visit. When hubby Ray remarked about the chill, I suggested, even David had previously stood outside for over 350 years and survived, so we could surely handle the chill. I was on cloud nine the rest of the day!