My last day in Florence ended here, the Ponte Vecchio, where goldsmiths have plied their trade for hundreds of years. It's a wonder the bridge doesn't collapse from all that gold as it certainly looks as though it could give way at any moment.
Before I arrived at that point however, I paid a visit to this place, the lowly laundromat. Lowly that is until you need one and have to walk around for an hour before you find one open on a public holiday in Italy.
It cost me an arm and a leg and I lost two items of clothing to boot. Thems the breaks! The fact that the rest of the clothes were clean was cause for great relief. Back to a public holiday in Italy.
I've come to the conclusions that the Italians love to 'promenade'. Except for when they come to a dead stop in front of you of course whilst they peruse the shop windows.
On my way to the Ponte Vecchio I passed this line of people waiting to enter the hallowed halls of Tiffany & co. The guard at the door lets you in when a certain number of people have left.
Some of us will do anything for a photo.
The light was fading after a lovely day of sunshine (where's your hills hoist when you need it??)
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| crowd on the Ponte Vecchio |
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| street artist |
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| looking back up the hill to where 'DAVID' stands |
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| decorations for christmas everywhere |
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| not sure where they were going with this boat but it looked serious |
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| more Christmas lights |
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| always a battle to see who is gong to win right of way, neither party is interested in giving an inch |
Ready to move on the next day as I was, it was delightful to see Florence decked out in these delicate colours. Considering that this time last year they had several inches of unexpected and early snow it was definitely a bonus.
Verona next
ciao
jo
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