Although Carmen didn't truly venture outside of the TOWER/DUOMO/WELL-KEPT-LOUNGE-READY LAWNS section of Pisa, the town's quaintity was more than apparent, and only 1.5 hours from Florence by train! The entirety of the picturesque concourse is mobbed with tourists applying their dimensionally-deceiving support to the Tower. In few corners of the world can one hear the phrase, "No, no, a little to the left," in such an abundance of languages. Even though it fails to offer the grandiosity or ostentatiousness of its Milan or Florence equivalents, Pisa's Duomo is fittingly cutesy, homey, and personal in a certain way. Every wall is a painting unto itself, with the dome itself being a highlight, depicting man's ascension to paradise. Gravity asserts itself in big ways when climbing the tower itself, and Carmen's acrophobia was shattered by the harmonious dusky vistas presented by the Tower's top. There were huge, unringable Church bells, and seizing the rare moment, Carmen made sure to lurk about their immediate areas, lurking fiendishly, hunchbackly. The sky was the color of humble embarrassment.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. That is the gayest thing I have ever seen."-Ryan Aguirre"Ha."-Jude Warne
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