The garden is loving the rain, so I’m not going to complain….
Instead, I’ll imagine I’m in Florence, a place I love.
At certain times of the year, my thoughts turn to Florence. Firenze, one of Italy’s most interesting cities.
In early June, the Florentine sunlight is clear gold, intoxicatingly warm on the skin.
One wants to stay outdoors forever.
The first time I visited Florence in early June, I was shocked by the crowds on the streets, in the piazzas, in the galleries.
I’d repeatedly worked in Florence, but always in winter or autumn. Without the crowds of tourists, I got to know the city in a more intimate way.
Days off in Florence were special, every errand an adventure. Picking up supplies, posting letters, buying gifts for family at the open-air market, sitting in a cafe, having a cappucino, or — depending on the hour — a Caprese salad at a favorite trattoria. All seemed to involve a conversation.
I loved visiting Florence’s galleries. The Academmia…
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