Monday
Oct, 15, 2001
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One Last Day |
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When I travel, I always try to think about 'when I come back here.' This helps take away the pressure of seeing it all. That pressure that keeps one from enjoying what one does see. This sometimes results in slowing down and drinking beer. I decide to give the Palazzo Vecchio a go. I'm afraid I'm not a great educated tourist today. I just wander about, enjoying what attracts my eye. Is that a UFO in the fifteenth century painting? You can't climb to the top but the top floor you can get to has telescopes and views into a room where white-coated technicians restore things. A friend wanted to have some Italian dark chocolate for her dark chocolate research. I'd looked around without much success but a tiny shop on the same street as my hotel has some. I scoop up every bar that is apparently made in Italy, dark chocolate, without added stuff. No nuts. No green tea. Then it was time for a beer and some carpaccio. (Do you really go to foreign countries and eat raw things day after day, LB? Yes, I do.)
If you can navigate mapless then it must be time to get on a plane and go home. And that's exactly what I have to do tomorrow.
Before dinner, I drink beer in the Piazza della Signoria. David looks smaller than he does inside. But this copy is probably the same size. It's an illusion. I watch people come and go. Drink the overpriced beer and another. But they do bring some free snacks. Olives and little canapes.
Time to eat some dinner. Finish buttoning up the luggage. And get home. That sounds good. I have dinner near the hotel. More carpaccio, some lovely pasta, tiramisu. And fall asleep.
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