Cultural overload

Another gorgeous sunny day in Firenze, perfect weather for pounding the pavements.

With Steve in tow and map in hand, I head up the hills from the city center. We are just 10 minutes from il centro but soon it feels like we are in the countryside. It’s a steady up hill climb on a curving lane between ancient city walls and groves of olive trees. After a stop for lunch at an enoteca filled with hip looking young Florentines with their equally adorable bambini, we keep going up and up, stopping frequently to look back at the magnificent views of Firenze and the surrounding hills.

Several hours and at least two churches later, we walk back down to the city and our hotel suffering from severe cultural overload, the cure for which is dinner and a bottle of wine. Works like a charm.