Saturday, November 21, 2009


boboli gardens, big and small

not so secret garden

pitti palace knows no end


on to our side of the river

i used to be afraid of carousels

getting crafty...for kimee and sierra

san lorenzo market: a plethora of plethoras

a few euro = a bag of organic happiness

i don't know what a few euro can buy you here, but the picture was free. enjoy, carnivorous loved ones.

the market also provides a vast selection of fallopian tubes of cows.

my sweet people, i present to you, our domain (i use that term loosely)

a view of the entrance from the sitting room, where we do little sitting.

hung out to dry

self-guided tour of the house because we were only introduced to our bedroom. we found her secret...bathroom?

where we eat

where we eat...things besides pasta (at the girls' lovely apartment)

mago merlino tea house: trance music and palm readings available daily

for sipping and lounging

acqua al due (also located in san diego!) with lovelies mona, alman, and martha

As our multination travels begin to simmer down with the wicked glare of winter's creeping arrival, I've managed to spend more time wiggling through the criss-crossings of Florence, reintroducing myself to the city who has so kindly hosted me for the last few months. I've come across a few strands of rigid routine in our days spent here but must be honest in saying that even our mere abode remains an unchartered territory. Yet, with the flicker of exploration still burning true, we've taken it upon ourselves to open doors, peek around, and savor the flavors of things unseen.

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