Vicenza

Tuesday we all went to Vicenza, which is famous for the architect Palladio. If this doesn't ring a bell, think Monticello-- Jefferson was a big admirer. A lot of the buildings in Vicenza bear Palladio's stamp. My main memory is the ten mile death march my daughter took us on. Oh, she says it was only six miles, but I don't believe her. I can't gripe too much, however, because Maya walked the whole way.

In between the gasps for breath, I managed to take a few pictures.



















Maybe this is why the walk was so long. Where are we anyway? The GPS says we're in Milan.











An Italian movie star and her daughter relaxing on the steps of their palazzo.





























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