I arrived back in Florence yesterday and felt a little sad…I had such a wonderful time in Venice. I’m finding it hard to transition from each place.
There is so much more I could say about Venice. None of my pictures really did it justice. It was great to see Dan after 20+ years. It was easy and fun to see the sights of Venice and Padua with him. This was his 10th or 11th time there and he knew the best chapels and works of art to see. He also knew of a good bakery and was told of a good restaurant that we tried out and it did not disappoint (assuming you have an adventurous palate) – mussels, cuttlefish, spaghetti with squid ink, delicate shrimp atop of homemade cheese raviolis, and salted cod.😋
The weather was beautiful every day and the palazzo, too, was beautiful…and plush!
Now back in Florence…I went from a palazzo to an albergo that’s probably one step above a hostel. The people who run it are lovely, it’s inexpensive and when I look out my window I see the Duomo so I will not complain. And it’s just for a couple of nights until Brad gets here.
The forecast was for storms this afternoon so I got up early and walked up to San Miniato Church located high on a hill on the other side of the Arno River. It was built in the 11th century. I chose to walk rather than take the bus which was quite a hike but felt good. My pictures of the church didn’t turn out but the ones of the city did.
The predictions for rain have been pushed until this evening but I’m glad I went this morning…it was the first morning I walked through the city while it was still waking up. I love a city in early morning when it’s still relatively quiet and calm and owners are setting up shop and others are on their way to work or stopping for coffee and there’s a gentle anticipation mounting for the day ahead…
We are all in this together 