We arrived in Florence on a very sultry June 27. Taking the train from Fabriano to Florence is a breeze: one change in Foligno. Train travel in Italy is generally a good way to go. Check-in at the hotel (no English at Katti House) and then we hit the streets.
At the bottom of our street, we made a left and suddenly - there it is. The Duomo. Just right there at the end of our street. Susan told me she didn't know whether to take a picture of the Duomo or me at my first sighting of the Duomo. I mean, dang, I knew it was THERE in Firenze. But holy cr*p. there it is.
I will never, ever take travel lightly. I've dreamed of it my entire life. The wonders out there are beyond my fertile imagination. The Duomo blew my mind.
And then, it was still there at sunset and I took another picture. The next day, after an odyssey through the Uffizi, the Duomo provided shade as I sat in a cafe journaling, drinking an iced espresso and pinching myself.
