There are cities for business and then there are cities for pleasure yet Florence manages two marry both seamlessly, although it skews more towards the side of delights. Can you blame it? This place was made for dreams and storytellers.
From the duomo to the Ponte V, if there’s a soundtrack to Florence it would be that of my camera’s shutter button going off every five or six seconds. It was as if I was another paparazzo before Kim K and her clan; no shortage of photographers anywhere.
And what’s Florence without a little men’s style?
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