Piazza, Ponte, Gelato, Accordion
Three places in the world I feel really at home, London, NYC and here, Florence.
There are so many wonderful memories from the Hotel Byron, the crazy upholstered lift, the drunks in the gutter and the impossibly tight car park entrance that comes with complimentary panel beating.
We head to the nearest Piazza for a cool drink and pizza/pasta.
Then it's time to walk over the famous Ponte Vecchio, one of the worlds most beautiful bridges, which today seems to be inhabited by an angry Italian troll, who is stomping over it, shouting and shaking his fists at no one in particular.
On the other side Dean & Alli get spooked when a cheeky Italian shopkeeper ask the if they've bought a "browsing ticket".
Back over the bridge I find a shop called "Frey Willie", which sounds like a cross between an unethical Disney film and a STD.
We eventually stumble across "Festival Del Gelato", a heavenly vision of ice cream & neon lights. Alli suggests instead of a pub crawl we go on an ice cream crawl, as there are so many Gelati shops.
The sweet aroma soon evolves as we arrive at Il Duomo (the cathedral) as the horse manure festers in the 40 degree heat.
Whilst we were dining earlier we listened to a button accordion player who was amazing. On the way back to the hotel we stopped and bought his cd.
Time for a short siesta and to de-ice the room, as we left the a/c on full.
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