Although the photos above don’t portray any pasta, pizza e gelato, those were the things I had in my mind when I was flying to Florence. I didn’t want to take photos of my pasta, pizza e gelato because I simply wanted to enjoy them and not photograph them. The photos above pay a tribute to the beautiful dawn at Duomo and to the magical sunset at Piazzale Michelangelo.
Both are experiences that you shouldn’t miss when you are in Florence.
Food in Italy is like nowhere else. And since I haven’t been to the Bel Paese for the last two years, I kinda missed it and I totally ignored the calorie count, and the fact that I want to lose 5 kilos. Diet can wait, I thought. It wasn’t that urgent anyways!
This is my last blog post from Florence. After Florence, I spent a few days in Vienna and later on, I embarked on a plane to Napoli for a new adventure by the Amalfi coast. Stay tuned for more postcards from Bella Italia. It felt like this August was dedicated to a culinary journey to Italy. Pasta, pizza e gelato, in other words, the trilogy of happiness! ♥
Dress: Madame shou shou
I have been traveling a lot the last few weeks. I actually have been purposely looking for opportunities to travel during the summer because if not in the summer, then when? My first summer trip was to Greece, then to France, and now to Italy. For the Italian trip to Florence, I brought my friend Edisa. This was our second trip together; the first one was in Mykonos earlier this year.
While traveling, I like to try out new things and do things that others might not do or try things that I have not experienced before. For instance, we woke up at 05:00, dressed up and ventured out to see the morning magical light hit the empty streets. Although my eyes usually hurt, and I have a little headache caused by the early wake up, we truly enjoyed the early morning calm during this visit to Florence. In the early morning, it felt like the city was “ours”. Luckily, our hotel Firenze Number Nine was centrally located, just a few steps from Florence’s cathedral and Ponte vecchio. This meant we didn’t have to go far to reach the main attractions. The morning we took the photos above, the guy at the reception was staring at us while we were stepping out of the hotel. I am sure he was wondering what two girls, dressed up like this, were doing at 05.30 in the morning! There was another Italian who asked us who was the bride. There was no bride, and no wedding. Just me and Edisa, once upon a time in Florence. ♥