I like art, but not as much as I hate queues…
According to The New York Times, The Uffizi Gallery in Florence may be on its way to a long awaited expansion. It’s been a long and bureaucratic process, and the actual expansion process is expected to take five years and cost about $65 million.
They’ve also proposed a new modern exit for the museum. It’s a controversial proposition, as many fear it will be a grim contrast between old and new architecture.
I’ve been to Florence twice. I was really looking forward to visit the Uffizi the first time I was there. At that time I was quite familiar with the art inside the gallery, but I had no idea about the queues. I spent a week in Florence, but every time I passed the Uffizi there were an endless line of chattering tourists. I’m allergic to queues, and even though I’d love to see the art inside there was no way I was getting into that line. It’s a principle.
But when you’re in Florence there’s so much else to do. I visited almost every other site of note. I went to Il Duomo, Piazza della Republica, Boboli Gardens, Ponte Vecchio and any old obscure church that I came across. I wandered through narrow passages, sat down and listened to someone taking classical piano lessons from some apartment with the window open. I relaxed by the river and looked at rowers passing by as I was writing in my diary. I was able to ignore the crowd, and I fell in love with the city.
The last time I went there the same thing happened, though. I couldn’t bring myself to stand in line to get into the Uffizi. Oh well, maybe the next time, I thought. And now, maybe the next time I will. They expect that twice as many people can enter the gallery after the planned expansion.
On the other hand, it’s been 7 years since the last time I was in Florence, and there are probably twice as many tourists, I expect.
I’m a tourist like everybody else is, of course, but I’ve always been very skeptical about the whole effect that mass tourism has on the world. It seems, to me at least, that this mass invasion corrupts and dilutes history and society in places like Florence. But that’s for another entry.
