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.
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| A particularly beautiful sunrise from my terrace. |
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| Walking through the Piazza della Signoria on my way to breakfast. |
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| I pass my favorite building in Florence--Orsanmichele. |
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| The choices for breakfast |
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| My favorite coffee bar, the best coffee in the center. |
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| A typical Italian breakfast, delicious. Euros 2.40. About $2.65 |
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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. |
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| My bank, just a few steps from my front door in the piazza. |
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| Some crime fighter pass by as I enter the bank |
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| Where I spend most of the day working. |
You can tell I think that I love it here.
Annamaria Alfieri
