Poggio Imperiale Apartments
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Woke in Florence to brilliant sun and the first coffee and cornetto pastry of the day.
We decided the Hop on Hop Off bus would be the way to get an overview of the city for those who had not been before and a wonderful trip it was.
We hopped off after seeing the city from the lookout and walked across the Ponte Vechie with all ...
... last glass of red before bed. Bronte? No way she is doing anything except grabbing the microphone and taking centre stage. A quick duet of "Uno, due, tre Indianans . . ." and she and Flynn have the entire female population (from the sub-teens to the nonne) eating out of their hands. After a while, Flynn breaks away and, between slides down the town hall's marble ramp, makes friends with all the old blokes (nonni) of the village. Bronte can now sing all the ...
Florence means art. Statues (and to Madi's dislike - naked statues), paintings on ceilings and walls, and an old bridge that they built shops on... so now millions of tourists squeeze onto the old bridge after looking at a bunch of naked men and getting sore necks while looking at beautifully painted ceilings.
We would rather sit and look at the views across the Tuscan countryside but being a tourist you ...
... is that you have to accept the fact that you will get lost, always. Once I accepted that fact I was fine, but trying to figure out the names of all those little streets.. was frustrating. Anyways every once and a while Id see a big building that I recognized on the map and figure out where I was! Duomo is my reference point because it is such a gigantic cathedral!
After about 3 hours of wandering I got fed up, bought some postcards and ...
The night time bought new delights – we wound our way up through the hills to the restaurant of Libero (who is some tv cooking chef who I have never heard of but can cook up a Tuscan storm). There were courses of food, racks of ribs and bottles and bottles of wine. There was an opera singer, guitar players and a fabulous ambience – and we were all sorry when it was time to go back to the ...