After months of sporadic postings about my adventures in Florence/Firenze, I have finally come to the end. But fear not, beloved readers! I can probably eke another few travel posts out of my beyond-Florence day trips. And then I’ll simply have to quit the PhD and go travelling again to procure more blog-fodder. Right?
Okay, okay, so I know I’ve blogged about this gelato already, but allow me a moment to close my eyes and remember the sensation of herbal-sweet licorice coldness slipping down my throat…
If the Three Wise Monkeys were transmogrified into the Three Wise Women, I bet this is what they’d look like.
And yes, I absolutely tailed these women for two-and-a-half streets in order to get a good shot.
Too many butchers spoil the broth? Or spoil the… erm… what is this, anyway? I’ve been staring at the limb at the left of the meat for several minutes now, and I can’t work out what it is. Or was.
And now I have one simple phrase shrieking through my head: “Soylent Green is people!”
Does anyone else think this looks naughtily suggestive? Or a bit like someone relieving themselves? (Heavens, this isn’t a very sophisticated post, is it?)
Ah, the classic “We just got married and have realised that this was a horrible mistake, and are now expressing our inner revulsion by ignoring each other and looking to the heavens in misery” wedding shot. The number of times I’ve seen a bride and groom strike this pose…
Isn’t this awesome? I wish my wheat-allergic mother and grandmother had been with me in Florence when I spotted this. Except, of course, that everything on offer had either dairy, tomato, veal, or eggplant in it, which said relations are also allergic to. Therefore, fiddlesticks.
I want that dress on the right. To have and to hold, etc etc. (Wait, I don’t mean I want to be married in that dress. Just that I like it. Hold your horses, people! I couldn’t be further from marriage if you put me back in the womb.)
This is a little game I like to call “Spot The American Tourist”. Come on, folks, play along!
And Florentine prettiness to close.