I have heard that it is difficult to return to a place where you have had a positive experience because the second time around seems never to measure up to the first. Not so with Florence. Here’s what happened when we popped in to say a quick buongiorno to this beautiful city.
After checking out the hotel room,
we tossed open the windows and filled our noses with the familiar smell of Florence.
Next on the agenda….take in the sights and sounds, as well as the smells. Here’s the square in front of Santa Maria Novella at twilight.
Nice to see the face of the Lady, herself…..Santa Maria Novella on a clear night.
Heading into town, we stopped to be entertained by a street puppet show.
A few turns in the street and there was Santa Maria del Fiori.
Only one thing remaining for the evening….PIZZA. The rules for eating pizza have not changed in a year. Pizzas do not get shared….not at all.
Mornings, afternoons, evenings, and nights go quickly in Florence. On a short junket, there is not a moment to lose, and we did it all. Like…discovering the repairs on the Neptune fountain by the city hall have been completed. The results are beautiful by night or
This is the Uffizi early in the morning. People with high hopes wait in line here for same day tickets.
We managed to score tickets to the Uffizi Gallery and got to visit some things we wanted to see again like this shield with Medusa’s severed head by Caravaggio done in 1597.
The back is amazing as well.
Many first and second time admirers of Michelangelo waited for a turn to see his Toni Madonna. Look at the details on the frame.
The Da Vince room was crowded. We wanted to see the Adoration of the Magi again. Da Vince did not even finish this work, and yet, it is a masterpiece.
The Uffizi was full of the curious and of the lovers of art, but some were there for more….the terrace café had a crowd.
Read the menu.
Seeing the old neighborhood again was a must; and, yes, those inexpensive drinks and crazy salads were as good as we recalled.
We did some Valentino daydreaming with Ashleigh’s friend, Maria, and
hung out on the Ponte Vecchio for a bit.
The most sinfully delicious cookies can be purchased from this little tea shop.
Always time for a spritz and chips.
We stopped inside a church to offer gratitude.
And finally, we made certain that the reality of our next trip was safe. Rubbing his nose is a sure fire way to bring you back to Florence. It worked for us.
David, Marcia, Bill, and Diane, we’re rubbing his nose for you too. We’re off to see the Alps.
Later, the Unseasoned Traveler