Florence: Where Everybody Loves the Penis
Today, I went to buy postcards for the various children in my life. It was no easy task in this place, especially on the heels of my last postcard fiasco.
On a recent trip to Philadelphia, I bought art postcards. With naked people on them. For children.
Having already heard from two mothers about this poor decision, I approached the postcard stall today with no small amount of anxiety.
Because, it’s Florence.
Practically every significant building is adorned with naked statues. I lost track of the genitalia. Mostly male. And, um, big.
The vendor had no shortage of penis postcards. In fact, it was hard to find anything with no writing (an MTM requirement) and no penises.
Instead, I bought the surcee for the winner of yesterday’s post, Why Do Architects Prefer Orange?
While there were several answers that left me giddy, only one made MTM laugh out loud.
Helena Hann-Basquiat, congratulations. You have won a very special 2014 penis calendar, direct from Florence. (Because I could not look at all those ding-a-lings without buying one.)
Please message me with your address, and I will send it along next week.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to guess.