They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot.
Mitchell says she wrote the song during her first visit to Hawaii.
I took a taxi to the hotel and when I woke up the next morning, I threw back the curtains and saw these beautiful green mountains in the distance. Then, I looked down and there was a parking lot as far as the eye could see, and it broke my heart... this blight on paradise. That's when I sat down and wrote the song.
There is nothing like that, nothing close to that in Florence. Instead, gradually, street-by-street, the Centro is being closed to automobiles. Instead, this is what you are likely to see:
I took the photo as I was walking along the Arno one sunny morning. Off in the distance to the far left, is a section of the Ponte Vecchio, while closer to the left, behind the row of scooters, is the Museo Galileo.
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My eyes look at this tranquil photograph, and my ears travel back in time and anticipate the noise of owners picking up scooters and taking the right of way. But that was not Florence, mind you but Napels.
And since those days in any Italian town, the scooters have become much quieter. When I first started coming here, I was bothered by the noise they made. Now I can hardly hear it.
And since those days in any Italian town, the scooters have become much quieter. When I first started coming here, I was bothered by the noise they made. Now I can hardly hear it.
What a fun photo! The closest I've ever seen in the US is at a local cafe where bicyclists like to go there will sometimes be a lineup of 20 bikes outside.
You see those, as well. There are cars here in the center of Florence, but very few parking spaces. Almost all of them have scars from previous accidents or close scrapes. It is a real pleasure to walk down a main street in the center where no cars are allowed now or scooters for that matter either.
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