A gust of wind has blown the pages of pixel Leonardo da Vinci's favourite notebook out of the workshop window and across the rooftops of Florence. Somewhere among them is the only drawing of his newest flying machine, so there is no time to take the stairs. Welcome to Florence Dash.
Up on the terracotta tiles the city has plenty of surprises: chimneys pop up in every direction, flower pots crowd the ledges, little bell frames stand on the roofs and the pigeons are not pleased to have company. Grab every sketch that flutters past and keep running towards the great dome before the wind carries the best idea of the century away.










