I wonder if everyone who visits Firenze (Florence to you and me) comes away thinking it is one of the grandest cities anywhere? I know I did, and when I went back nine years later, I fell in love with it all over again.
I mean, you can find all kinds of great art, right out in the middle of the street.
You can hear music coming from almost everywhere.
You can retrace your footsteps from the last time you were there (well, I could-- here's me standing more-or-less on the same spot where I celebrated New Years 2000 in front of the Duomo).
And, son of a gun if you can't also find a shop where you can buy a vacuum cleaner, even if not as conveniently located as your near-by Rosiek's Vacuums! (that's a plug, folks)
I mean, you can find all kinds of great art, right out in the middle of the street.
You can hear music coming from almost everywhere.
You can retrace your footsteps from the last time you were there (well, I could-- here's me standing more-or-less on the same spot where I celebrated New Years 2000 in front of the Duomo).
And, son of a gun if you can't also find a shop where you can buy a vacuum cleaner, even if not as conveniently located as your near-by Rosiek's Vacuums! (that's a plug, folks)
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