In certain London bars I reckon the bare monastic cell look is considered quite cutting edge. By contrast, ADX Florence is beyond cutting edge (unless it's prisoners cutting their wrists in despair). ADX Florence's ambience is an altogether bleaker affair, one which seems designed to crush people and push them right over the edge.
Humans love extremes. Extreme sports, extreme weather and extreme places. Higher, harder, longer. Hotter, wetter, deeper. No one recalls the second-lowest point on earth, but everyone knows the lowest - the Dead Sea. Go extreme or go home. There's no place for also-rans in this blog post: only the extremest of the extreme.
It's far warmer than usual, I'm told, but even at the height of summer there's the cooling presence of a sheer caressing breeze. The sun beams brilliantly in the pure blue sky, illuminating the rich and vibrant colours of my surroundings; the olive green palm trees, the emerald lawns, the citrus hued flora and the dusky coral casitas.