Watch Uffizi Drive me to Firenze?
Italia 2016. Day Two.
We woke up to fresh Florence air coming through the open window in our little bungalow, three twins in a row. Skipped coffee in our private garden and quickly set to the streets to get our roasting man his first Italian cup. We landed at La Boite, a darling little corner cafe with cool art on the walls, enough quiet for concentration and a rad barista that made us a few mean cups. Yes, we all went back for seconds…
After our caffeine was fixed, we headed east to see David. We were tempted to call it quits when we realized we had to wait in line, despite our reservation. We dislike tours, tourists and tourism greatly. Literally all three of us wanted to abort the mission but no one said anything. Fortunately, our reservations paid off and the wait was just a few minutes (tip: make reservations when you go to see David at the Galleria dell’Accademia. so worth it.). Really he was breathtaking. Words can’t describe it; photos can’t relay it. You have to go. All of the art was incredible, including the watercolors the exquisite painter created on the sidewalk outside. How are all Italians so interesting looking and well dressed? Sigh.
Lots of sighing. People watching. Stops for food. A stop outside the Duomo for a fling with Filippo. Some magic. More food. Wine. More walking. And a whole lot of amazing Italians who inspired me to be a little bit more mindful, and to savor each decision and each moment of my day.
un altro por favore…
Marc McNaughton - Good Lord, Jackie, looks like you were there about two and a half weeks after me! Small world!
Hope you’re well and happy.