James off to talks, and I packed bags. Had enough washing for a load, so got it out of the way.
We had organised to have lunch with Francesca who has returned, so James, Roger, and John met up with us girls at the house. We went out to the local pizzeria which had a lovely calm garden out back. Note to Firenze visitors, many of the street front restaurants have a garden out back in what use to be the building's courtyard. So always ask. It's great to sometimes get off the hot, busy streets and enjoy a light breeze in shady, quiet surroundings.
After a relaxed lunch, Roger, James, and I ran to get tickets for the bus. We crossed the river to get to the Bardini museum. This is a museum I had originally discovered through Trip Adviser, and haven't been able to find in the guide books. Mr Bardini was an antiques dealer, and had put together his collection as a museum. It's a mix of sculpture, paintings, carpets, armour, and weapons. There's some truly unusual stuff, it's not a tourist trap, the building's ceilings themselves are an attraction, and being air-conditioned, very comfortable to browse.
This chap's expression reminded me of Gatsby (a certain little cat I'm acquainted with).
We identified TWO period practice weapons in the sword collection, so were rather delighted.
Quick bus hop back. Quick and sad good-byes to our wonderful host. Brisk walk to the station. Then settled on comfortably on the bullet train to Rome.
Lots of hill top villages, and vineyards to look at on the way.
Arrived in Rome where we took a taxi to Delina's. No trouble finding her place and even met her driver at the door who was very friendly, and guided us in.
It was great seeing Delina. After so long away from home, even special people become extra special. I know that sounds silly, but it's like having a little bit of home.
We had organised to have lunch with Francesca who has returned, so James, Roger, and John met up with us girls at the house. We went out to the local pizzeria which had a lovely calm garden out back. Note to Firenze visitors, many of the street front restaurants have a garden out back in what use to be the building's courtyard. So always ask. It's great to sometimes get off the hot, busy streets and enjoy a light breeze in shady, quiet surroundings.
After a relaxed lunch, Roger, James, and I ran to get tickets for the bus. We crossed the river to get to the Bardini museum. This is a museum I had originally discovered through Trip Adviser, and haven't been able to find in the guide books. Mr Bardini was an antiques dealer, and had put together his collection as a museum. It's a mix of sculpture, paintings, carpets, armour, and weapons. There's some truly unusual stuff, it's not a tourist trap, the building's ceilings themselves are an attraction, and being air-conditioned, very comfortable to browse.
This chap's expression reminded me of Gatsby (a certain little cat I'm acquainted with).
We identified TWO period practice weapons in the sword collection, so were rather delighted.
Quick bus hop back. Quick and sad good-byes to our wonderful host. Brisk walk to the station. Then settled on comfortably on the bullet train to Rome.
Lots of hill top villages, and vineyards to look at on the way.
Arrived in Rome where we took a taxi to Delina's. No trouble finding her place and even met her driver at the door who was very friendly, and guided us in.
It was great seeing Delina. After so long away from home, even special people become extra special. I know that sounds silly, but it's like having a little bit of home.
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