They arrived in Florence after dark and the lumbering coach climbed a narrow road on a steep hill. The lights of the city became more sprawling with each moment. There was a dinner at some point and I heard talk of attractive Italian men. Eventually the massive vehicle crept into a narrow space at the edge of the road, we were unloaded (and none too soon, hours and hours with smelly luggage belonging to boys is hard to stomach) and the view was stunning. I was rather viciously dragged through a strange maze of hallways with odd sets of steps in the middle, serving no apparent purpose. The room was sparse and small. This hotel it seemed was a converted monastery.
|The key gets left at the desk because who wants to carry that around?|
|Again, MO hadn't figured out the date feature.|
Morning brought with it a beautiful sunrise and ...how best to describe?
|A wonderful surprise. The shutters opened to reveal...|
|Florence, in all her glory and an olive grove beneath their window.|
|Leaning out the window. A dog was barking and a rooster crowing.|
Off for the day in Florence....oh me? I'm at the hotel. The stories of today's adventures I'll get only second handle.