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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

A Trip To Tuscany IV

A view of the office this morning. 

 

Donning my Ed Reardon cap: "Tuesday. The freelance writer is often at the mercy of deadlines which show scant regard to things such as holidays. Thus, one must be prepared to go to extra lengths when booking one's sojourn in the sun to ensure a wifi connection is in place." Ed's right. When we were booking this holiday, one of the deal breakers for me was that it had to have wifi. Debbie, Alo and Gordon are late risers, and given that I'm an early bird, I manage to do a couple of hours work each morning and stay on top of my deadlines. 

Today we took a leisurely down to the railway station in Poggibonsi and enjoyed a very pleasant train journey to Florence. 

 

Debra mentioned to us that she'd been to Florence some thirty years ago but could remember little or nothing about it. As the train trundled into the town, certain aspects of the Florence cityscape stood out loud and proud...



I rather liked the Art Deco echoes inside the main station


We had no agenda other than to wander, though we were quickly pulled in the direction of the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore by the seemingly omnipresent gravity of the duomo...



 

From time to time, Alo would consult her guide book and lead us onto another spot of interest...










We paused on our perambulations as Alo informed us that this apartment on the Via Maggio was once under consideration for base camp. If you look carefully you can see some sprouting green privet on either side of the triangular structure - this was the apartment's terraced area that boasted "fine views of Florence." It said.


We stood, we looked and all agreed, we were much happier in Poggibonsi. Then across the bridge looking up to the Ponte Vecchio and the marauding hordes we'd recently survived...


At one point sitting with a cool drink, a huge gust of wind blew in from nowhere sending the street seller's posters erupting into flight, knocking over glasses on nearby tables and threatening to rip the industrial-sized cafe parasols from their moorings. It was unexpected and odd, given the balmy temperatures, and in some ways, the most exciting part of the day. 


Back to the main station...


I slept solidly on the train back to Poggibonsi and had to be shook awake by Debra when it was our stop. A rather splendid cake shop had been visited upon our arrival...



After all that walking around in Florence, a reward was due...



What's Italian for "nom nom nom"?








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