An early bird train from Rome brought us into Florence by late morning. A charming medieval city that remains much the same today as it did 600 hundred years ago, we quickly discovered that its cobblestones and narrow streets were not very conducive to our caravan of luggage wheelers. We look like the Ringling Brothers Circus when we arrive in town and the route from the train station to the pension challenged our elephants!
The hotel Il Bargellino is run by a native Florentine (Pino) and his American wife Carmel. It was a very quaint two story B&B styled home that dates back to the 1500s. Best of all was the roof top garden terrace, which serves as ground zero for all of the guests. In the afternoons and evenings, the guests assemble there with their wine bottles to share their tales from the day. Everyone is so friendly — including Leopold, the resident parrot.
Florence is the birthplace of the Renaissance — and so we naturally spent most of our time in the churches and art museums that hold all of these treasures. We are all now quasi-experts on Italian artists for sure — and names of famous Italian lineages like Medici and Pitti just roll of the tip of our tongues.
After two and half weeks in Southern Europe and the Mediterranean, we are turning our sights north for a change of pace (and temperature) in Switzerland. We embark on a 8 hour, three train journey through Italy and into the Alps for Zermatt !
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