Short Nights
Florence by Tram
There’s a lot I don’t want to say . So, in as few words a humanly possible flying to Florence was a nightmare and my four nights in that fabled city were a mashup of mediocre housing and bad restaurants. Then Apple Maps made fifteen-minute strolls from train station into three hour forced marches in the dark of night through neighborhoods you wouldn’t enter without a police escort.
The soundtrack of my four nights in Firenze was the T2 tram that runs to and from the airport to Santa Maria Novella station. The rumble of the tram every 20 minutes a half block from my ear was my soulful companion. The tram was the highlight of blighted adventure I’m sorry to report. When short sleepless nights are the highlight of a visit you know it was bad, that’s Bad with a capital B.
Think of this meager tale as a place holder till the wonders of the Tuscan countryside head your way. It was this placeholder or nothing at all. And after twenty years without missing a post I couldn’t end my skein.
This comes to you straight from Cortona, Tuscany where the food is amazing, the people warm, welcoming and joyous. I’m in heaven not the other place.
Thank goodness for Tuscany! I did find your images of the trams interesting in style. Fashion pacesetters on the track. it is a shame the total Florence experience was less than desirable. However, it served as a placeholder and kept your untarnished blog record intact, and I very much look forward to your blogs from the Tuscan countryside!