May 9
2 min read
San Lorenzo
Just a quick visit into the transcendence of God
I opened the door of the church of San Lorenzo, if I remember the name correctly.
It was in Florence.
The church was just the most perfect stone archways, repeated seemingly as far as you could see.
Inside, as I imagine it, each was stained glass but I can’t remember what of? I just stood there, not breathing, not…
