As we peered out the 3rd story window of the fascinating Museo Galileo we witnessed something Florence hadn't seen for months. . . raindrops. As we prepared to depart the city that nurtured the Renaissance, it seemed only somehow fitting for the Gods should quench its thirst of the sprawling but parched gardens we had strolled thru earlier in the day.
This city has a most authentic vibe. . .if one just stays clear of the iconic piazzas which seem forever jammed with camera-slinging, guidebook touting tourists of all shapes, sizes and nationalities.
On the small and ancient sidestreets one senses that uniquely Florentine attitude. Delicate aromas, quaint cafes, street vendors, and coming-of-age teens on the prowl . . . . and at every turn an exquisite structure or monument that literally exudes the essence of its rich past.
Florence is one of the special cities of which we never tire . . .it always is in the process of renewal. We're off this evening on the overnight bullet train to Paris via Milan. Hope to catch up on a few posts from the last several action packed days in Tuscany. (G)
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