A light sprinkle in the morning keeps us in. Deb had picked up a spinach and cheese pastry, yesterday which we decided would go well, heated up, with a cup of coffee. Whoops, you can’t run a little convection oven and the coffee maker at the same time, but now we understand why the guy who met us at the apartment spent so much time explaining where all the circuit breakers were.
With eight days, we are in no rush to see everything. Today we walked around, saw some piazzas, ducked into the Galileo Museum, had some Chianti and ate. According to the Washington Post, this is the year of the “revenge tourist.” All that pent-up demand from the COVID years is exploding. The streets of Florence are packed with tourists, which means that every available millimeter (see that metric reference) is taken up with some sort of eatery or winery or leather goods shop. The front stoop of our apartment is a Gelatateria and next door is a
minimart. Across the alley is an Al fresco bar that is open from 8:00 am till midnight, we’ve never seen an empty table. Some people never really get the concept of “revenge tourist.” For example, the previous tenant of our apartment put salt in the sugar container, and he’s probably still snickering…come to think of it, I left the salt in the sugar container…snicker, snicker!
We have reservations at the Uffizi Gallery (pronounced U-feet-see) tomorrow and then a Chianti tour the next day.
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