CHAPTER ELEVEN
Oliver, Hazel, and Ralph followed Galileo back out of the Accademia delle Arti del Disegno and into the bustling streets of Florence.
The streets were filled with people going about their daily lives, crossing the newly designed piazzas that had not been built the last time the children had been here. It was clear the city had gone through some cultural changes in the last few decades.
Galileo, like the other people around, was wearing a loose-fitting white linen shirt, with a brown leather waistcoat over the top. He kept a few steps ahead of the others, walking at quite a brisk pace so the children had to skip to keep up.
Oliver was very curious about Galileo. He wondered whether he was a seer or something different entirely. He was certainly a slightly odd fellow. Any
