The Arno

The Ponte Vecchio is the closest bridge to our house but we walked along to the next one in our morning amblings. First a sit down with a coffee, then a tiny wander, early lunch in the sunshine before a few hours in the Uffizzi while the rain got on with its outside business. I have now seen enough paintings of Mary, Venus, the magi, Jesus to last me for a while. Fantastic cafe with the nicest fruit tart I’ve had in a long time.

It had all been fair exhausting so we went home for light naps before going out in the evening. Going home and then coming out again is actually a fairly significant undertaking- extra of the giant 44 steps that form some of our journey home.

Naps completed, we set out for dinner, a v lovely trattoria- gorgeous dinner. Pasta stuffed with potato for the extra carb helping, thoroughly enjoyed it.