“Life is like that I thought, as I turned the corner to my building.
Freedom has its danger as well as its joys.
And the sooner we learn to get up after a fall, the better off will be.”
This is the notice I found stuck on the front door of the apartment building yesterday when I returned. Have absolutely no idea what it says, but whatever it is happened on 22/23 October.
I decided on another day wandering around this city I have come to love.
The market was a chef’s dream come true. Everything imaginable as on sale for the chef. Fresh meats, fish, vegetables and fruit, as well as many dried items.
Having feasted my eyes on all these goodies and great displays I wandered outside again. The first thing I saw was this dog in a food shop. We, well most of us like dogs in New Zealand but they are not allowed in shops of any kind, on public transport or in the centre of town. Very different to Florence where dogs are everywhere.
Coming home I got on the wrong bus and ended up in a different part of town. A leafy suburb but I had no idea of where I was. If one (me) gets lost in a city there are always points of reference – here the dome of the Duomo, the stazione, etc – but in the suburbs there is nothing. Fortunately I met a woman and her adult son both of whom spoke a little English. The bus I had taken was a 17 and they told me to get a 17 going in the opposite direction. To pick the bus up in the centro via not at the side of the road. So I duly boarded another bus but again I recognised nothing and so seeing a Taxi stand I jumped off the bus and got a cab.
This was a very exciting ride. A garrulous, highly temperamental, yelling woman driver who I am sure called all other drivers on the road imbeciles and possibly worse. But she deposited me at the door, even though once again I saw nothing I recognised. Just another incident to record on this adventure.
I am getting ready to leave Florence at present and am going back to London to meet with my sister and plan the next stage of this adventure.
But I shall return to Florence and to make doubly sure I went and stroked the pig’s snout again.
And thanks to Nancy at Spirit Lights the Way for the following Mark Twain quote
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry,
The internet is a trifle temperamental, rather like my taxi driver yesterday and it comes and goes as it pleases which is why this post is late.