I did my best impression of a normal person. I scanned the hallway. There was no one around but I thought it best practice to maintain the “normal person” persona.
As my eyes slowly cracked open, I took in the room around me. Oh that’s right! I wasn’t in LA. I was in Florence freaking Italy!
Not looking at art in Florence is like going to Disneyland just to check out the gift shop.
The tastes, the textures, the people, the air itself, all felt like a thing to which I belonged.
This is a demo store for testing purposes — no orders shall be fulfilled. Dismiss