An Easy Day in Florence

This morning we enjoyed a cup of cappuccino from our favorite vendor at the central market and picked up fruit and ham. We wandered back home expecting a visit from our apartment’s owner. He arrived, a trim man with a mustache, dressed in well designed clothes. We spent ten minutes conversing in really bad sign language. I think he said, “Phone if you want clean towels.”

Sometimes life makes no sense, and in Italy it makes no sense at all. Logical sense that is. Life here is more melodic, more emotional, richer in tones and deeper in some intangible way that soothes all that is ragged within us. Florence holds us in her  embrace and we lose ourselves in her beauty, as if time is standing still.

The peaches we purchased are ripe and juicy, the apples tart and crisp. Eating from the market is like visiting the Garden of Eden for lunch.

I spent an hour working on a manuscript and then we headed over to the Palazzo Strozzi. It was to be an easy day of people watching. We sat in the courtyard of the palazzo, sipped our second cappuccino and relaxed. Piet read the International Tribune and took photos for me. I wrote in my new notebook purchased yesterday at the Uffizi with a Botticelli print of Venus on the cover. It feels magical.

I marvel at the architecture of the three story palace and try to render it into words, but they don’t seem to work today. The top floor has an inner balcony that stretches tall the way around. It would so much fun to write a story set here.

Tour groups flow in and out. People stop for snacks and conversation. The mood is warm and inviting. Six beautiful, long haired Italian woman sit next to us, with fresh faces and innocent eyes that remind me of the Renaissance paintings I looked at in the Uffizi. They chat in rapid Italian.

We wander over to the Accademia which houses Michelangelo’s David. It’s the next museum we want to visit. (I’m still mulling over whether art changes the world, or whether the world changes art.) We were thinking of buying tickets for another day, but changed our minds when we read the sign.

Tonight we will read books and tomorrow we have a cooking class. Va bene (It’s good).

Author: Jo-Ann Carson

Jo-Ann Carson writes a saucy mix of fantasy, adventure and romance. Her latest stories are in the Gambling Ghosts Series: A Highland Ghost for Christmas, A Viking Ghost for Valentine’s Day, Confessions of a Pirate Ghost and The Biker Ghost Meets his Match. An anthology of the novellas will be coming out this summer. Currently she is working on Midnight Magic, A Ghost & Abby Mystery, the first book in a spin-off series from her Viking ghost story. Jo-Ann loves watching sunrises, playing Mah Jong and drinking good coffee. You can chat with her on social media: You can find all her links on her website - http://jo-anncarson.com

6 thoughts on “An Easy Day in Florence”

  1. Thanks Judy
    That means a lot coming from you, as you’re well traveled in Italy and in words. Looking forward to Venice next week.
    Best
    Jo-Ann

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  2. From Lotus Land – the land you have forgotten. It is rich beyond your wildest dreams, the weather is simple yet elegant, the sun rises the sun sets, the moon full of glory does the same – yet when we sit outside the bugs don’t bug us. Ooooh they do not reside near us but they do live in the deep woods where the world is just as simple and just as glorious. All is fine at the heart of “the island”, the estates are in great shape and animals are all safe. The bucks have not visited, that I know of, they did not visit on the day I visited however I will keep an eye on them. The cat is still wrapped in its blank of white and the four legged one is longing for its master to return.

    Take Care the “visitor”.

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    1. Dear Visitor
      Ahh… the sights and sounds of Lotus land, which is always in my heart, beckon.
      Glad to hear the fall weather, if not the appearance of deer, has been great. Can’t thank you enough for watching over the estates.
      We’ll see you soon dear friend
      Best Wishes
      Jo-Ann

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