I travel as an architect who loves, and the city answers back. In Florence I found a loyal companion, a teacher, a lover; I let memory redraw its streets and I walked them again and again. I treat a route as intimacy rather than itinerary: I learn the city’s temper, return to thresholds, and let details become my map. I train myself to notice small attentions - the metal ring on a façade, a carved ornament hidden between stones - the whispers of past hands that declare a pers