boboli gardens, big and small
san lorenzo market: a plethora of plethoras
i don't know what a few euro can buy you here, but the picture was free. enjoy, carnivorous loved ones.
self-guided tour of the house because we were only introduced to our bedroom. we found her secret...bathroom?
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.