That was Basilica di San Miniato al Monte, the Basilica of St. Minias on the Mountain, built in 1062. So here I was. San Miniato is south of the Piazzale Michaelangelo, and is situated a little higher up on the hill than the Piazzale Michelangelo. And definitely less famous, less touristy, hence I knew it would be less crowded. And perhaps, I would have even better panoramic view of Firenze than from the Piazzale Michelangelo.

There was still a bit of time left before the sun went down, I strolled around the Basilica and entered the inside of it.

I stepped forward to the altar and looked up at the apse mosaic, showing Christ, the Virgin, and St. Minias.

As I looked behind, I found sunbeams piercing through the clerestory. It was incredibly beautiful.

And as I went outside, I gasped at this view! I just couldn't believe what I was seeing! Soon the verses came to my mind:

And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. And God saw that the light was good. And God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day. (Genesis 1:3-5)

Words couldn't even begin to describe how miraculous it was.

The last rays of sunlight was casting a golden glow on the city of Firenze. Divine!