We spent a week in Florence...walking...trudging...limping, a lot. We had rented a villa and it was nice, but a little weird with it being mostly furnished from IKEA. We had a neighbour who lives in a castle. I'm pretty sure that wasn't decorated from IKEA.
Speaking of castles. The Medici's owned a heck of a lot of them. They filled the central area of Florence with them and then they had to start across the Arno River...which meant they had to build a bridge that was covered so they could walk from palace to palace. We walked over this damn bridge 7,694 times. Okay we didn't really, but it felt like it.
We saw a lot of amazing art in Florence. There is Michelangelo's David ...Botecelli's paintings...The Adoration of the Magi...but what I will really remember about Florence is that it is the city where I found the only toilet that quite frankly had me confounded....perplexed...befuddled...and just down right confused. I'm warning you now, if you desperately have to go to the bathroom and you are walking past the Palazzo Vecchio...keep going....across the river...perhaps to the Pitti Palace for instance...they have perfectly comprehensible toilets there.
