One of the reasons to go to the Continent is to sit in bars and people watch. I’m glad to say we did plenty of that. BTW – I must point out that alothough Fr. Rattue is posed with beer glasses they were mine and Iona’s (butch girls with those GRANDE beers again).
Virgina – the pillar box does not exist in Italy and the post boxes are very dull, although they are red. However, I though this letterbox was fantastic. having your name carved in marble gives a real sense of permenance not often found nowadays!
I was very intrigued by these ‘torch’ holders, until I realised that they were probably the remains of fittings for gas lamps.
Lots of metal lion door knockers, but this was the only wodden one I saw. I liked the contrast between the two materials.
Now – when you go sight seeing wera proper shoes. or you’ll end up with blisters like me. It appears that the Italian for compede – is il compede. I sat me down in the doorway of Dolchi & Gabbana while A. put the plasters on
A bidet full of cold water is very refreshing -even if your screams do intrigue your flat mates.
OK – Florence has too many people, too much traffic, the beer is too expensive and the drains stink. It is however, simply amazing. I took 100s of photographs and I can find no way of even sensibly blogging, so see this as a ‘stream of conciousness’ about the place.
If you want to know what the place looks like get a guide book and go!
Our first day was a Sunday, so being a good, Catholic, European country everything was shut. So we had a wander. This is the Piazza Della Signoria.
It’s where Savonarola was burnt – so here is Fr. Rattue posed on the spot. Any resemblance to Kid Creloe is strictly coincidental.
As usual I was taken by the small details like this rather snarly wolf.
And this mournful little lion (lots of lions in Florence as it’s the town symbol).
When you tire of culture, there are always nice dogs to make friends with. Adam took this shot, as Iona and I were busy showing the waiter how macho we were/are by drinking GRANDE beers.
Florence is above all the city of David. Copies of Michaelangelo’s statue crop up everywhere.
A copy is in Piazza della Signoria whre the first staue stood. Here is detail of the posterior for Lorna!
And here is the boy himself – poised for action.
This is Cosimo I – making his own mark on the square (another shot by Adam).
I meanwhile became obcessed with door knockers. This one is splendid. Look how burnished her breasts are. I did a little bit of people watching and it seemed impossiple for any chap to go past without giving her a quick stroke!
This one is down right scary.
And this tortoise (holding up a window grille) looks rather tired!
So – after car, coach, plane, coach, taxi and an hour and a half wait outside our flat – we finally reached our Florence base. As you can see Fr. Rattue found his first visit to foreign parts since 1986 rather tiring.
Iona on the other hand was very happy, as she had decided her bed looked like a grave with its tomb stone like head board.
We all felt better after some food and DRINK.
I loved the mistmatched glasses at this restaurant. The pepper mill was quite whizzy too, as it was electric with a guiding light!