I was woken up early this morning by the workmen who are digging up and (presumably) re-sealing the road outside the bedroom window. This started around 7 am and now at 5pm they are still drilling. Maybe they get paid by the hour.
That was followed by a long call on Skype to my partner in New Zealand. Oh how very far away that is.
Then into the shower – another tepid one asI just can’t get the hot water to flow Really have to do something about this.
Then Day 2 in Florence started. The sun was shining brightly and I was really pleased with myself :
- I found again the market that Ornella had shown me when I arrived on Sunday. It’s a seven-day market apparently selling food and clothes. It was very busy.
- I found a passticerria close by where I had a macchiato and a brioche for breakfast
- I got on the right autobus to take me to the stazione from where it was only a short walk to the Cathedral of Santa Maria Fiore (The Doumo)
- Found JK’s on the piazza for an elegant late lunch, then
- Found my way back again.
The woman at the bus stop spoke no English but we managed to communicate as I did with the two bus drivers. It was a little more tense coming back because I had to look for something recognisable. And it was the market. So I jumped off the bus and almost got run over by a police car. Many years ago I had a ticket for jay walking in Santa Monica, California and I really thought I might get another today. But the policeman simply said “andare, andare” which I took to mean go!
And lunch.. All the tables on the piazza were reserved but the charming maitre d’ (what is Italian for that) suggested I might like to eat inside. And what a joy that was. There are several photos at the end of this missive. It was like a beautiful home open for lunch and dinner. I had sesame chicken salad, served with oil and balsamic vinegar, preceded by a basket of bread and rolls and oil for dipping. Heaven. It was rounded off with a pot of Twining s tea with lemon so my meal was a complete success. I decided then that I wouldn’t need dinner just some fruit that I had bought yesterday and a couple of brioche from the same passticerria. So I am all set.
Here are a few photos I took today. I am sure you don’t need to see all 55 of them.
So another day in Florence comes to an end. I shall sit and read my book as there is no English TV programme available here. Well maybe there is but not in this apartment.