We had pre-determined to do a walking tour with a company (Accord) that would end with gelato at Palazzo Signoria.
The tour guide was a no show, so we used the most useful map of Florence we purchased at Barnes and Noble in Buffalo and My Beloved lead us on his version of a ‘three hour tour’ with time to shop in between. What could be better than Florence and leather craftsmen?
He did a fantastic job. We were not held back by mini lectures and lumbering people. We browsed in leather shops where I purchased a luscious pink sack on sale for E69! We saw the Duomo in its pink and green marbled majesty, Dante’s chiesa (church) A.D. 1358 and strolled the Ponte Vecchio packed with jewellers. We headed on the south side of Florence to Pitti Palace, the grand estate of the Medici.
No matter where you look, ancient history saturates your view. We sauntered back to Casa del Garbo for refreshment and decided to eat lunch right outside our door. We all ordered delicous pizza – some with anchovies, some with prosciutto, some with artichokes. All made with the thinnest, crispiest crust baked in a wood oven.
I do have to mention that the second ‘B’ of B and B meant a lovely prosciutto, cheese, fruit, croissant and Cafe Americano (unlimited amounts – this is significant) at the Casa. It was so wonderful because it was sufficient breakfast for us, all served in elegant Florentine style.
After the afternoon (about 3:30), we left K2 to explore Museo Salvatore Feragamo and we meandered through the street vendors where we found beautiful wallets for our oldest kids, plus a Nederland (who knew) soccer jersey for our grandson. Every narrow street yields an assault to the senses that is to die for…
The Italians are incredibly accommodating and hospitable. We rested, showered and prepared to locate that long promised gelateria. Dinner again did not disappoint. On the palazzo under setting sun we dined away the evening. We set out to locate the gelateria and it was worth the wait! Ultimate chocolate for My Beloved and pineapple/coconut for me. We strolled towards beautiful music, bumping into a couple from San Antonio we first met during the flight frustrations in Paris. My Beloved asked them bluntly if they are Christ followers. It turns out – they are! He said he led a group out of one c church to a more Bible based group. After pleasantries, we again stroll along the Arno, towards the Duomo and through more areas where little pastisscerias and trattorias scurry to serve the dwindling hoards.
We’re now in our room fussing over our luggage preparing for an unknown journey to the Harley dealer in the morning. Florence has been magnificent – we now await the next leg.