It’s all about shopping, and eating.
First stop, the market. Fruit, bread—and a surprising score of peanut butter that makes Jason very happy. How about some jelly with that? Drinks including oat milk for Kayla.
The plan is the guys will take the groceries back, and the rest of us will hit the Ponte Vecchio for that shopping. It’s crowded, but the display windows do sparkle. It’s fun to look, and more fun to eventually buy. And of course, we stop for pictures on the bridge of the lovely Arno.
I give Kat and Kayla full props for a much better sense of direction than mine—which isn’t hard—but they both really handle the twists, turns. And we wind our way to the leather shop where Kat has a pick up.
It’s wonderful! More scores there, plus a quick tour of the work area, which is fascinating.
We run into our guys who stepped out for a walk-around and decide: Lunch time.
Griffin’s mildly cranky—honestly for a three-year old who’s been plucked out of routine, shipped across the ocean and time zones—hauled around, etc, he’s been remarkably cheerful. And the crankiness vanishes when French fries appear.
Lovely wine, lovely food—Jason got a large Fanta. I think it was a solid half gallon. We hear thunder toward the end of the meal, and get a few drops of rain. In this unexpected heat, it feels pretty good.
Then back home for a respite. That equals a little terrace time for me.
I decide I’ll take my passport—which I forgot earlier—back to the shop where I scored a good chunk of Christmas gifts. I need it for the tax back deal. Ponte Vecchio is only two turns. My companions are unsure about me wandering on my own, so they install Google Maps, with a tracker so they can find me, on my phone.
Fortunately, I have no problem—even my shaky sense of direction can handle making two left turns going, two right on return—but I appreciate the concern. And I score two more gifts on my journey.
Some napping’s happening when I get back, so it seems like a find time for a Bellini.
Kayla wants more Instagram shots, and I am the official photographer (in-training). Out we go. And here, my girl’s directional acuity far outreaches mine. I would have wandered lost for close to ever after we hunt for the perfect street to match her vision.
The streets, the buildings are all just lovely, but not quite the thing to match that vision, until one does.
I truly have no idea how she knew the way back, but am grateful to know if she should find herself alone in some unfamiliar city, she’d handle it.
She also spied a likely spot for dinner, and when that time comes, leads us back. Sadly, the little spot turned out to be lunch only. But there’s another steps away. A little outdoor area in a kind of alley. And it’s simply fantastic.
Now Griffin’s just sad. What am I doing here? I’m hot, I’m tired, I don’t know what I want. He makes sad noises—no temper, no tantrum, just sad. He holds Kat’s hand (with his monster school bus in his other) as she talks softly to him. And Mommy talks him to sleep. It’s so sweet, and he slept through the meal, through the walk home, and went straight to bed on return.
I’d planned to get a salad, some fries. But their specialty is Steak Florentine, and if you’re a meat-eater and in Florence, you absolutely must have Steak Florentine. I order the small portion. Perhaps I should’ve been forewarned by the size of Jason’s lunchtime Fanta.
I’m served enough steak to feed a family of five, and their little dog, too.
Jason’s wisely ordered that salad and fries, so I cut a chunk off for him, another chunk off for BW. I tuck in pretty well because OMG beyond delicious—and still have enough left-over to feed a a trio of hungry people.
Plans for after-dinner gelato are postponed as everyone is stuffed.
I miss my night-time race with Griffin as he’s zonked, but we did get a brief one in during the afternoon.
Today’s sort-of-plan is a return to the Duomo to go inside, then more shopping—I have my own plan there. We have enough left-overs in our fridge to make a meal here if we opt to do that.
Now I’m going to work out, and hopefully work off some of that steak.
Street art by Clet Abraham is all over Florence. (I couldn’t find a website, but that’s a story about him.) And Kayla appears to have a knack for spotting them.
Could this technically be a #randomkatness? After all she sent it. Will consider. For now we’ll call it #theartofgriffin
Editor’s note: When Nora and family travel east of Command Center (my desk), they add photos throughout the day to a shared album. I look through, select what I think will work for the next day, set them up in the blog media library then match them to the copy Nora sends overnight. This year, I’m playing a little game: I caption the photos when they come in — without any reference to Nora’s words — taking the chance I know my group well. Pleased to say for this post I hit it 97.3% of the time (Kat captioned the one with Griffin holding her imaginary hand). <g> ~Laura
6 thoughts on “Florence – Day 3”
Man, that is a packed day! Love the bridge photos, and especially the siesta photo! 😂
I just love Nora’s travelogues! So much walking, which I’d love but can’t do any more. The pics are gorgeous, food looks and sounds scrumptious, the city and the light are beautiful. I’m in awe of Kayla’s sense of direction! Griffin’s a real trouper, and a handsome one. And please keep the Random Katness coming. 😊
What a packed day you put in! That steak looked like it weighed more than Nora and Kayla combined! Looked delicious, though. For the photo contest, I’d add to the titles from Kat’s to say from old eyes, for Kayla’s for dreaming eyes and Bruce’s to say from open eyes. All of them good. I’m not an Instagram person, but the shots of Kayla were excellent. I’d say Griffin’s artistic genes are showing signs from both parents. This would be his Picasso phase? And neatly centered for framing. Well done! Laura, I’m impressed with your prescient sense from the pictures!
Maybe it’s just me, but I see a sad lady with flowing hair in Griffin’s drawing. Artistic genes.
Another wonderful day in Florence. Nora’s pictures of Kayla are spot on. All the photos are beautiful. Griffin is so sweet – maybe his jet lag caught up with him.
Again, thank you for sharing.
Another wonderful day along with gorgeous photos. Thank you for sharing
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