I am in Florence for five weeks, living like a resident. Here is a photo essay of a rather ordinary day. No museums visits. No shopping in swanky boutiques--not that I ever do very much of that. This is an account of Monday, when I ate three simple meals, two of them at home, went to straighten out my Italian bank card so I can withdraw funds, wrote two thousand words of my WIP, and puttered around the house. Here is the best part, how it looks.
 |
| A particularly beautiful sunrise from my terrace. |
 |
| Walking through the Piazza della Signoria on my way to breakfast. |
 |
| I pass my favorite building in Florence--Orsanmichele. |
 |
| The choices for breakfast |
 |
| My favorite coffee bar, the best coffee in the center. |
 |
| A typical Italian breakfast, delicious. Euros 2.40. About $2.65 |
 |
On my block, the store that has all the necessities. You go in
and tell them what you want and they get it for you. |
 |
| My bank, just a few steps from my front door in the piazza. |
 |
| Some crime fighter pass by as I enter the bank |
 |
| Where I spend most of the day working. |
You can tell I think that I love it here.
Annamaria Alfieri
Wow. If I weren't so happy here I would wish I was there. Can you get gelato? Salad made out of tiny little octopuses?
ReplyDeleteOh, I love salad made out of tiny little octupuses (or is it octupi). Oh, well. Annamaria, it looks like you're having a wonderful time. Drink some wine and eat glorious food in this beautiful setting for all of us.
ReplyDeleteSteph
Ditto what Steph said. ... And I add . like that movie where the woman says " I'll have what she's having!" Enjoy it for all of us in snow and ice!!! I'll have that breakfast... any ole time!" tjstraw
ReplyDelete