“Do you ever get tired of this view?” I inquire, while gazing at the glorious Duomo of Florence, situated just outside my Aunt Letizia’s apartment window. Glancing fleetingly at the same scene I rejoice and she answers, “Eh, I guess I’ve gotten used to it. I just don’t even really notice anymore.”

And so, as I spent my summer, not as a lifeguard, not as a camp counselor, but as both a tour guide and a tourist, I began taking note of some interactions with art.