When my father had decided, one year, that we should go for the Easter holidays to Florence and Venice, not finding room to introduce into the name of Florence the elements that ordinarily constitute a town, I was obliged to let a supernatural city emerge from the impregnation by certain vernal scenes of what I supposed to be, in its essentials, the genius of Giotto.
Nire aitak, urte batez, Pazkoaldiko oporrak Florentzian eta Venezian igarotzera joango ginela erabaki zuenean, nola artean ez neukan Florentziaren izenean hiriak osatu ohi dituzten osagai normalak txertatzeko modurik, behartua gertatu nintzen hiri naturaz gaindiko bat sorraraztera ene irudimenean, zenbait lurrin udaberritarrez ernalaraziz haren balizko esentzia, orduan, nire ustez, Giottoren jenioan zetzana.