Pisa

Sunday night,

We just returned from Pisa. It was a forced march through the streets. The train station is a mile the campo dei miracoli, the field miracles. It must be called that because every thing is leaning and nothing has fallen over yet. We saw the pulpit carved by Andrea Pisano, which is a masterpiece of renaissance sculpture as well as the lamp that began Galileo thinking about gravity. He should have been thinking about Jesus, but must have been distracted.

We all ate in the area of Santa Maria novella. Kids are tired, as am I.