We caught a train from Siena to Firenze; what a great way to travel in Europe. I enjoy being able to walk around, and so far, we've had multiple seats to ourselves.
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Our mount from Siena to Firenze |
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The Arno river and the Pont de Vecchio |
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Shops on the famous bridge |
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Downstream from the Pont de Vecchio |
We were initially disappointed by Firenze. We'd loved the lack of tourists and grockle in Siena, but Firenze seemed to be inhabited by wall to wall tourists. This was also reflected in the prices in restaurants and shops. Siena, and later, Milano were cheap by comparison.
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The 'anteroom' of the Uffizi gallery |
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That poor little willie seems awfully unprotected here ... |
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More virgins than you could poke a stick at! |
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Tribunal: The actual sitting room for the Medici's when resident. |
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Francesca's 'Dukes of Urbino' |
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Unknown sculptor |
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Michelangelo's painting: Tondo Doni |
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Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus' |
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Botticelli's 'La Primavera' |
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Portrait of a famous Firenze dwarf. |
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Caravaggio's Medusa |
After we'd pounded the pavements of Firenze to exhaustion, we caught a suburban train to the town of Lucca, famous for its intact Renaissance era walls. Lucca was founded by the Etruscans, and became a Roman town in 180 B.C. It is also renown as the birthplace of Puccini, famous Italian opera composer. Lucca was a delightful change of pace from Florence, small and intimate, we happily strolled around for a day before catching the train back to Firenze.
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Milan's central railway station feels like a museum |
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Massive front facade of the railway station |
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Home of much modern architecture |
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The Italians do uniforms like no other race! |
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One of the huge arcades fronting on the Duomo square |
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A huge sewing needle symbolic of the city's fashion ethic |
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Sforza Castle central parade ground |
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Megan with fountain outside the Sforza Castle |
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Classic Milanese tram |
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We caught these trams all over the city |
We enjoyed the lively cosmopolitan spirit of Milan, along with one of the best meals I've had in Italy at the incongruously named 'Woodstock 3' trattoria. After 3 days, it was time to head out, this time for the hills of Switzerland, in search of a divine guitar. If we find her, I'll be yodelling from the alp tops!
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