The #13Bus near my apartment has changed its Saturday course,
So I walked up the high hill across the Arno to get to San Miniato al Monte.
Firenze has been having some Southern California weather days - bellisimi
but today there was also a dense, SoCal-like smog hanging in the air, 
tempering the beauty of the magnificent views from up there.

The church itself is extremely uninviting.
It's almost offensive in its austere coldness. 
I wandered in ready for anything 
except the unexpected desire to get out of there asap.
It wasn't the first time I'd been inside, but it may be the last.
God, such as I care to think of it, does not reside there.