Florence is hot and packed. It was really, really hard to get away from the snowglobes and boxershorts with David’s penis on them. Crap for sale everywhere. It was REALLY hard to get past the crowds and the junk and the feeling that this city has sold its soul.
Gibson sums up Florence like this: “Cheapened by strong presence of seedy street vendors hawking cheap sunglasses and faux Gucci bags.”
Ellen: “Junky Junk.”
Jon says, “I’m glad we’re in Rome.”
Then we walked away from the centro. We found quiet streets and a little purple and orange wine bar that had sandwiches and drinks. We found an old monastery apothecary started in 1220 and in 1600’s they started selling their soaps, tinctures, and potions to the public. Gibson really wanted a tincture. We found the best gelato shop in Italy so far. One of the flavors was called 2-0 and it was three colored stripes of the Italian Flag. EE-TAL-EE-AH!
We went to the Piazza di Michelangalo. Here are Jon and I with Florence behind us:
We returned to the villa to clean up and off we went to dinner.
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