I came to Florence as an architect and stayed as a lover of detail. The city taught me how to receive small miracles: the way a metal ring nestles into limestone like a punctuation mark, a single ray of light that crosses a narrow alley and feels like a hand reaching out, the hesitant way someone pauses on a threshold as if listening to the building breathe. If you open yourself, the city becomes a patient teacher; if you learn her language, she gives you images, textures, an