We’re going to Florence! No, not the state prison in Florence, Arizona – the real one – Firenze, Italy. We were there a couple of years ago, but I had tendonitis so bad I could taste it, so I didn’t do a lot of walking – and Florence is a walking town. It was built on the medieval model, narrow twisty streets, fountains and churches – great for 21st century tourists. But Florence has one big advantage over the rest of Europe. Back in the day, say, 500 years ago, there was a perfect storm. A bunch of rich and ruthless capitalists wanted to demonstrate their power and a bunch of talented young artists wanted to showcase their exciting new ideas. When they met, and discussed the possibilities, Florence became the maternity ward of the Renaissance. And I’ve got a month to see it, up close and personal. (Honestly, I’m not sure whose ghost I want to find first — Cosimo de’ Medici’s or Michelangelo’s)
Anyway, aside from putting on the brag, I said all this to say this blog is going to suffer – badly. First of all, I’m going to be busy. (There’s a bunch of wine and bruschetta with my name on it, waiting for me.) Second, I’m not a travel writer. (Believe me! I’ve tried.) And thirdly, WiFi in Europe is hit-and-miss (Europeans love their phones.) I’m going to keep things rolling but …. So, gentle reader, if there are a few hiccups here and there please be patient, I’d appreciate it. And, BTW, if anybody’s in the neighbourhood, the first glass is on me.