Ah, Sunday morning in Florence. The churches will be filled with worshipers this morning, so the city – and particularly the plaza around the duomo – should be peaceful for once. It is just a short hike across the Ponte Vecchio and that should be peaceful too, since most of the jewelry stores that line the bridge will be closed at this time on a Sunday morning.
It’s a good theory.
Soon, however, the street begins to fill with runners and then a veritable sea of people dressed in matching tee-shirts. We have stumbled into the path of the Florence version of Walk for the Cure.
I want to cry.
It’s impossible to move, so we duck into an open jewelry store, Diamante, to escape the teeming hoard.
Of course, while I’m in here I do a little shopping. . . after all, one must be polite when seeking refuge, right?
I leave with just one little pair of gold earrings as a souvenir.