Florence is beautiful! I have been wandering around like a mad woman trying to soak in as much as possible and I have the aching feet to prove it.
The other day, I climbed the 414 steps to the top of the Bell Tower and was rewarded with stunning views of the city. When I was here before, the city struck me as being nice but it was not this impressive and, to be honest, I didn't understand what all the fuss was about. I preferred Verona to the crowds and tourist traps of Florence, but with this trip I finally get what everybody has been raving about. While there are a lot of tourists here, it seems considerably less than my previous visit, and I think that makes a big difference. Then, the weather is just a perfect backdrop.
After stumbling upon the most appalling meal imaginable in Milan, I have been extremely lucky in finding fantastic hole-in-the-wall places here in Florence.
I've been looking for tiny, family-run places on hidden back alleys and so far they have been charming, friendly, and yummy. I will say, though, that after a quarter-carafe of red wine with lunch, I need a little nap. 
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I thought Florence was a milk cow.
But you are correct, I do say Florence, though I do recall it being referred to as Firenze in one of my spy novels.
BTW, my quip about the milk cow is a reference to a TV commercial where they joked about the origin of the finest cheese.
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