'Everything about Florence seems to be coloured with a mild violet, like diluted wine.' - Henry James
This is one of my favourite quotes ever. Perhaps because I love both Florence and the colour purple just as much as each other. There is something so poetic and visually dynamic in the idea of a city being stained by wine. I have this quote written on a piece of paper beside my bed, and every time I read it, I imagine violets, crushed in wine, raining over the city during the night, and in the morning, all that is left is the faint hint of purple.
