Originally, this year’s European trip was supposed to be slow travel. I started off planning 12 countries over 8 months and was thinking it would be a leisurely slow roll through some of the most historic and majestic cities in the world.
Fast forward to me hustling along cobblestone streets with a 40 lbs back pack (yes dedicated readers, I got rid of 5 lbs of extra clothes this week) and a 15 lbs man purse slapping my leg and my hip while the strap somehow keeps unbuttoning my shirt. Hustle hustle hustle. 3 and a half days in a city isn’t enough time to soak, it’s hardly enough time to dip. It’s been a week and I am a little exhausted. Culture shock? Marathon? An added 25-30 miles of walking in a week?
As I said, three days in Florence is not enough time to enjoy one of the great cities of the world. A World Preservation site, every church, square, building, cornice, brick has a story that could be turned into a six part epic mini series. It is also the ideal tourist city. It feels like the landmarks are laid out like the smorgasbord you find at the city bars during Appertiva, the most amazing foodie Happy Hour on the planet. You buy one drink and a amazing array of food designed to get you to order another glass is yours, laid out like cities conquered by the Romans.
The photo at the top of the page was taken at Piazzale Michelangelo. You cannot take a bad picture from this scenic hill overlooking the entire old city. Point the camera in any direction, click, automatic living room material. As you follow the street down the mountain, maybe not every street leads to redemption but most lead to churches and many lead to the Duomo. Any street with the dome centered in the center will probably win you that local photography contest.
A note about the people, I thought the style was all in Milan, but is it possible to get tired of looking at beautiful people? Even though midday reached mid 70s, everybody dressed for the mornings low 50s which means they dressed for winter. Ladies wearing full length wool coats or fur lined attic parkas. The men however wear 5 stylish layers – shirt, vest, sweater, suit coat, over coat. Commitment to style. Barbers were on every streets and very affordable.
Don’t be surprised to be ignored in Florence. Despite Italians well earned reputation for hospitality, if they don’t know you, you are nothing. This means you need to be aggressive ordering at a counter or getting on a train. If you pause you lose, because I believe they truly don’t see you. No matter how you are dressed they have spotted you as a tourist from a mile away.