Florence. The city of the Renesanse beauty. At day or at night it's beautiful. But at dusk or dawn it's magical. The fiery sky at the horizon with our Star burning in the middle, turquoise blue sky at the far part of it, golden veil in between. Reflection of the red skylight on the river, silhouettes of the bridges, and darkblue blanket lowered over the sleepy city. We watched it from afar, hidde behind the green bushes like secret observers of a perfect nude beauty.