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Whoops! I just realized that I never blogged about Florence, and it’s now been a full week since I was there. So I’ll do that now (while I’m waiting for a phone call from my dad, who should be landing in Paris right about now!).

Florence was a really interesting city to me, mainly because I’ve heard a lot about it, heard a lot of music about it, seen a couple of productions of The Light in the Piazza, knew all the words to “Where Is the Life That Late I Led?”, but still had no mental picture of what it was going to look like. I could reel off famous things that happened to be in Florence–the Ponte Vecchio, the Arno River, the (pretty itty-bitty) Pitti Palace, the Duomo–with no clue as to their location or appearance.

Needless to say, I was thrilled when everything was gorgeous.

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Me on the Ponte Vecchio. (Though not going to pull a Gianni Schicchi and jump off–or threaten to!)

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Where is Rebecca,
My Becky-Wecky-oh?
Would still she be cruisin’
That amusin’ Ponte Vecchio?

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What’s also amazing is how quiet the Arno is. I’m so used to the Seine, which has so much movement, so many boats, so many bridges, that to see a rather large river with barely a ripple in it was fascinating. It had a rather calming effect.

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I didn’t go to any art museums in Florence, but that’s okay, because there’s art everywhere!

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These are very popular in Italy.
It’s the land of naked marble boys!

I walked all over Florence with “Statues and Stories” from The Light in the Piazza running through my head. And “Passegiata,” especially when I saw a “tie shop next to Arno River.” Fabriiiiiiizio.

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…still peddling those pictures of the Scriptures in the Duomo… (though I think he’s talking about Milan, not Florence…oh well!)

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The Pitti Palace, which is not itty-bitty in the slightest. Though, funny story about that…I was sitting outside it on a step and thinking, what is this building? And then I got up to walk and I saw a hotel called “Best Western Pitti Palace” or something like that. I had to laugh.

Actually, the first thing we saw when we got off the train in Florence was the leather market. I was so, so tempted.

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In the end I bought myself a pretty leather bracelet as a remembrance.

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But ohhhhh, I wanted a handbag. Or a leather jacket. Or shoes. The leather couldn’t have been softer or more beautiful, and the prices were right…but I just couldn’t do it. Next time, Firenze!

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Bisous,
Anne

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