Just a quick overnight in Florence, always a special place to visit, but with it being Easter weekend, the crowds were shoulder to shoulder making it difficult to navigate the narrow streets.
If you’ve been to Florence, you will know that the gold bridge is the street of dreams, at least for women. The shop windows glitter with sparkling gold and jewels, irresistibly tempting, and some are probably lucky enough to walk away with a special treasure.
Away from the crowd I stumbled upon a farmers’ market and, of course, had to check it out. Oh how different from ours in the States. There was some produce, but most of the vendors were selling olive oil or cheese or sausage or wine or freshly baked bread or biscotti. I wanted some of everything.