If this person is me, revisited, they have developed a skewed impression of my needs.
Tonight, as I walked the garishly lit streets, I couldn’t help thinking, why here? Why this city? If this is my life relived, shouldn’t it closely follow its course?
This is far removed from a bastion of culture. It’s more like Carnivale, with its dependence on flash and shock value. There is no depth, no truth. That isn’t what people here are seeking.
The similarities to Renaissance Florence are lacking, to say the least.
Then again, there is the laissez-faire attitude.
What’s that motto I keep hearing?
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.â€
It might come as a bit of a surprise, but, in Florence, I’d found the same.