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Day Four |
We stopped in Florence a couple of times. We were walking down the streets realizing that those were the same streets, the same rocks and even some of the same buildings that Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo were looking at some 500 years ago. |
Florence is full of life like most of the Tuscan cities but still keeps its character. Parking of course is impossible to find or is unbelievably expensive so we tried to park quite a way from the centro and walked and walked all day long. Of course we had to see the famous Ponte Vecchio. We seen it in the misty daylight, we've seen it in the morning, we've seen it at noon but our favorite was at sunset. We would walk along the river Arno, lean on its walls and stare at the old bridge. So much history, so many people, so beautiful... |
Sometimes we would walk on a bridge, find a free spot behind a pillar, under the arched openings and just sit and watch people walk by or sometimes paddle down the river. I remember oriental looking people making animals from grass and selling them to the tourists. My husband bought me a frog. We would walk across and buy a slice of pizza at the corner and later have a fantastic dinner at a restaurant hanging above the river so close to the bridge that you could wave to the people looking over the fence. |
My husband bought me a Calla Lilly - my favorite flower and I was proudly carrying it around all day and also took it to the before mentioned restaurant. A few glasses of wine later I realized that I do not have a vase to put it in. The result: we gave it to the waitress who was thrilled and my husband made at least two ladies happy that day. |
Once we walked across a bridge and continued along side a huge palace with equally huge doors which were open. We peeked through and noticed a beautiful courtyard. We walked through the door into the hallway and started to take pictures through the wrought-iron gate that was closing the entrance into the garden. After we were done we turned around and "Oh, my God!" the big doors silently shut behind us and we realized that we were trapped. My husband grabbed the 10 inch thick and 15 foot tall wooden doors and tried to pry them apart. I knew that my muscles will not help much so I started to look around and spotted a small door that was built into one of the big doors some 2 feet from the ground I opened the tiny door and we climbed through and into the street to the amusement of passer-byers. My husband mumbling: I bet they have a hidden camera somewhere…and they're laughing at us right now!" |
