We like Florence! The city is great. Italy is always great though, so this isn’t saying much. Upside/downside is we stayed suuuper far away. We didn’t really realize it when we booked the place – it just seemed on the outskirts of the city – but it ended up being a 45 minute walk to anywhere. On the one hand, you’re walking through Florence, Italy. It’s not a big deal. On the other hand, it is the suburb-y part of the city and well, it’s not that exciting, PLUS quite tiring to walk that far at the beginning and then again at the end of a very long day of exploring. haha.
So, there’s that. We also had a bit of rain aaand some terrible luck getting into anywhere and everywhere that we wanted to see. My main advice: BOOK TICKETS!! Seriously. Want to get into the Uffizi? Book tickets, gosh darn it. Book them! Online. Ahead of time. The line says two hours of waiting time, but it is a LIE. We waited about three and a half hours to get inside. Sam was resolute – once we stood in line for an hour, I wanted to give up but he kept being like, “Let’s wait another half an hour and see if we move.” Argh! Some of the difficulties of traveling with stubborn people who think they like Renaissance art… 😉
Anyways, Florence is definitely still worth a visit. This is a lot of history here, plenty of good food, lots of people. We liked it here, we really did. There are a lot of things I wished we had planned better about this trip (or planned at all), but it was what it was and we’ll definitely go back.
Here’s the Ponte Vecchio, which was cool. One of the funniest things to me is that there are SO SO many fake purses being sold her. I would venture that they’re more numerous here than anywhere else we visited in Italy, which maybe is crazy, but probably is accurate. We had the funniest experience when we were taking the train out of here where we suddenly looked around and realized it was us on this train and maybe TWENTY guys who all each had a bag of fake purses. Everybody coming home from work, kind of thing. It’s a bit sad, that this is some of the immigrants’ jobs here, but it was also a funny moment to be on the train during. Everybody got off at the same stop.
When I spotted this Vespa, parked just so in front of the perfect doors, I exclaimed to Sam that it was THE Vespa I’d been waiting for. Red and in front of a great backdrop. Isn’t it funny, when you’re in a foreign place, how sometimes you keep an eye out looking for the stereotypical things about that country. When I was in Italy I just HAD to find the perfect Italian red Vespa. It was great to find one and also kind of silly, the whole charade. There are tons of Vespas. Not all of them are perfect, red, and parked here.
And these chairs. This café was actually situated right in the middle of somewhere we kept walking by. I loved it – so cute with the yellow wall and bushes and all the cute chairs. We never ate here 0r got a drink here or anything, but I do think I took a photo every time we walked by… haha. Love!
And that’s it, for now! More to come on Florence soon, I promise. I want to show you more snaps from this fantastic if somewhat uncooperative city, including but not limited to the best sandwich ever known to man ever, I promise.