Day 12 and 13 of our Honeymoon, 2010
One year ago we were traipsing around Padova Italy.
Cracked streets broken by white trash graffiti
Galileo’s university left in disrepair
To the edges of Padova, Italia.
The city, a third left, a third under construction
The last third in beautiful architecture
Stone faces stare into mine
Stone churches, upkept ruins
Moonlit river under the walls of old barriers
The old city interior is filled with marble
Pillars, monuments and people walking around
To stare in the glass stores
We stayed at Alla Fiera to come home to breakfast in the garden
Padova, Day Two
We walk around the botanical gardens
We are in academia, the buildings forsaken many years ago
To the study of life, and not the upkeep of it.
Through the quiet arched courtyard, near the
Scrovegni Chapel there are many carvings in stone
People and words, people and
Old worlds revealed in what was used to keep track of history
The old wooden seats of the chapel are thick and crumbling
Blocked off to us
Giotto studied happiness in the painted faces of his angles
And anguish in the uncontrollable face of sadness and agony
Tears run down these cheeks in gold threads
Outside of St. Anthony’s Cathedral
Women sell scarves to cover shoulders
The sky is brilliant blue
And we step into the cool stone church
Where groups of old women walk in dark corridors
Blessing themselves, chatting in low unison voices
Like a chanted script
Look at Scrovegni Chapel, The Basilica of St. Anthony, and Alla Fiera Hotel.
Passive Architect 