To capture the full spirit of the “City of Flowers” within a few pages is, perhaps, a task for a poet rather than a historian. Yet this piece wanders gracefully from the Etruscan heights of Fiesole down to the shadowy corners of the Palazzo Vecchio, where the Medici ruled and Savonarola met his fiery end. It is a loving study of Dante’s “Bello Ovile” where the brutality of the past softened into the Renaissance.