I went out for about an hour solo. The early evening light was so beautiful, and the piazza less crowded. Many dogs out. I watched a woman kick an empty plastic water bottle for her leashed German Shepherd. He’d leap after it, fetch enthusiastically to his own delight, and the delight of several children.
Wandered into a jewelry store. It’s almost a crime not to buy gold in Florence, and I do love jewelry. Lots of pretty, pretty things. I’m very attracted to a wide, white gold bracelet. A tight mesh band, and a lovely, glittery central clip. But it’s far too big for my skinny wrist.
Fun to wander around looking, though–and the clerk who helped me (a Brit who’s lived here for years) shows me more pretty things. No, no, no–like the jacket it has to jump out and say: Nora, I’m yours!
And a gorgeous ring does. A wide white gold band, Florentine-made. A delicate filigree with thin bands of yellow gold framing it and a small central sapphire. I love it–and it fits!! So it’s obviously mine.
Delighted, I wander out, and find a pretty, breezy dress at a stall. One size, I’m told–which I hope accounts for the American ass. But at the price if it doesn’t fit me, it’ll fit someone I know and love.
When I get back, Kat is arranging all the bags and belts purchased for a little photo shoot. LOL. I knew she’d figure out how to best display them, using her artist’s eye. Between her and BW we have a great picture.
It’s off to dinner, and we go back to our first and favorite trattoria. Pasta, salad, wine, all so good as night slowly slides in, and the light changes. Santa Croce is so stunning against the bold blue of the day sky, but even more beautiful against the deep purple of night.
All through the meal, we’re serenaded by a musician who sings, plays the guitar–occasionally the harmonica. He mostly covers American or Brit ballads–the Stone’s Angie, Lauper’s Time After Time, Simon and Garfunkle, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, etc. He’s got a Dan Fogleburg vibe to him. A lovely tenor. He gets applause from people in and around the square, and plays throughout our very leisurely meal, about three hours.
We bought his CD–and I think he sold many. I hope it was as good an evening for him as it was for us.
This morning I think I’ll do a ballet-inspired workout DVD for its cardio, core and leg work. Not sure what we’ll do today, our last here in Florence, but it has to include packing (all those bags!!) for our departure to the Tuscan countryside tomorrow. Also think I need a couple more scarves as back-up gifts–and Kat realized out of ALL the bags, she bought not one for herself. That must be remedied.