Firenze - part 1

While Adam is just flying to Marocco, we have managed to escape for a couple of days to Italy! The moment Britain reopened it's airspace we flew to Florence - a volcanic ash was not able to stop us.

We arrived in Pisa (or 'Pizza' as one lady stuck in the airport there put it nicely when interviewed on Radio 4 last week) and then took the slowest train in the world to Firenze S.M.N. and to our little hotel in a 16th century palazzo.

It was really like Eddie Izzard put it: lots of Italians on their Vespas, saying 'Ciao!'

We decided not to bend ourselves backward and not to visit too much, mostly local cafes and digest our brief stay there really slowly. I was mostly playing a girl from Ruth Orkin's picture and running around all the little streets and up and down of the Duomo's coupola while Simon was wiser and decided to stay in Gilli's or Paszkowski's with a nice cup of cappucino. 80% of our luggage was consisting of the photoequipment so here are some pictures for a change NOT taken with a compact: