Take Me To The Bridge

This morning our bathroom has become rather crowded. A team of physicists is now in there as they've decided it's a far more cost effective way of research in extreme conditions than the billions spent on large underground tunnels. 

Last night we went of the beaten piazza and found some of Florence's more tucked away and economical establishments. Even so, as always the food is tasty and fresh and the service friendly. 

We walk down to the river Arno and gaze at the floodlit Ponte Vecchio, one of the most beautiful bridges in the world. Built in 1345; the previous two got washed away by the floods of 1177 & 1333, was saved from the deluge in 1966 by the flood precautions of a certain Mr Leonado da Vinci. It was also the only bridge not blown up by the retreating WWII German army , who decided just to mine both sides rather than hurt any future tourist trade. I became fascinated by this bridge when I was finding out about the original stone London Bridge, which had houses & shops on it like this one, albeit over twice the length of its Italian cousin. The buildings on here were originally tanneries and butchers, but these gave way to jewellers which still trade on the bridge today. 

We find a great bar/tavern/pub near by called "The Old Stove" which has lots of atmosphere and very good loud music, with the obvious exception of Michael Buble, you just can't replace soul with smarm, but that's another saga....

We eventually head back via another Irish Bar, Dean goes on a ramble to find the pub toilets and apparently returns with the best video ever. I'm just hoping he doesn't show it to his Mum, or even worse, me. I really don't need to see the moving image of the "Whale Bone".

On that note it's time for a cold shower and scolding hot shower gel, I really must remember not to leave it in the bathroom from hell. And there is a loud cheer from the physicists, It would seem they've just discovered the particle responsible for flared trousers.