One week in Firenze

It’s the end of my first week in Florence. It’s pouring with rain – it’s torrential, in fact, and thunder is pealing over the city, replacing the church bells of earlier this morning. A Sunday picnic has been postponed by the weather, so instead I’m sitting in my room writing, a cup of tea at my side. It’s actually rather nice to have some enforced peace at the end of the week, and to jot down some impressions of the city. To follow...