Seeing as Italy is very family orientated Sunday's and midafternoon like from 11 to 2 most of the shops and little cookeries close down so the shopkeepers can spend lunch at home. But since Florence is so touristy you can still find a lot of places open. But majority are closed. So we thought today would be a good day to take a stroll North of our neighborhood and walk to the Piazzale de Michelangelo which is across the Arno River and up a big hill so you have a full panoramic view of Florence.
On our journey there we wanted to stop by the pizzeria we had yesterday..? But as we expected it was closed. But what we didn't expect was the flea market right outside. It was awesome!! There were so many beautiful antiques, old books, and furniture mixed with the regular jewelry, sunglasses, scarves and such. It was a fantastic surprise. The girls all bought really pretty earrings but I didn't have enough money with me so I didn't get anything. But I have a plenty opportunities to revisit, which I will. My cool item of the day, was a swatzika pin. A legit Nazi pin. It was crazy! This guy in particular had some awesome antiques like stopwatches that I was looking at for Steven but they were around 1.000 euro. Soo not for me but really really cool.
We then continued to Piazzale Michelangelo. We had to walk up some stairs and a hill to get up there and it reminded me of Dana's steps. But not nearly intense. Up on top of the hill is another piazza, which is like a square, they are everywhere here it's pretty cool and really helps with mapping places out. And the view was beautiful. You could see everything it was so spectacular. Just one of those views that will never get old or be taken for granted. There were actually a lot of elderly couples like 80's that were just walking laps around the piazza. And of course these women are bossy and in these gianttt fur coats. And fur hats. But as Kreacher says "Fur is the best way to get you warm. If only I knew where my fur coat is..."Anywaysss I hear it is absolutely beautiful early in the morning so I figure some day I am going to go on an early run and bring my camera with me to snap some pictures.
Ooh let me tell you about last night. Saturday is the big night to go out it looks like. And Emory, the naive, precious, just jubilant roomie wanted to see what the night life is like. Everyone else was sleeping, Eliza and I were snuggled on our bed but I was a sucker and couldn't turn her down so I dragged Eliza up and we threw on our coats and went for a stroll. And we found what looks like the happenin place to be at on a Saturday night. And for some reason was only Italians even though it was in the Center, the tourist center. So we were happy with that find. It looked like the place if you wanted a club kind of scene. There are other here too called Space and Central Park but they are notorious for tourists and we were warned to stay away from them. As our API director explained, "Half of Americans get stolen." What she really meant was half of the americans get stolen from. But either way, she convinced me, that is no place for me. Italy's night life isn't known for discotecas like Spain is. They more are about going to bars and small club/ bar thingys.
Anyways I got distracted sorry. So on our way back from our little stroll, in the middle of a busy street right by this popular bar was this American boy who was obviously gay, just WASTED. He was screaming at everyone to fuck off. He stood in the middle of the street holding his shoes and when a car would come up he would lean over the hood and flip them off. When they moved forward he jumped out of the way cause obviously the little fucker didn't want to die. But he was so embarrassing and out of control that a crowd formed. Eliza and I told Emory not to speak English while we were standing in the crowd watching. So when the little gay ginger realized there was a crowd forming he chucked his shoes at us and then decided the street was his runway and he strutted up and down it, laid on the hood of a car and did a little kick routine thing. It was pretty entertaining. And impressive that out of all the people he flipped off and screamed fuck off to their faces no one touched him. To me it was like this is why Italians think American are drunk fucktards. Pretty embarrassing.
So that was a lovely ending note to our day.
Anyways you're going to be so proud of me! I got my tourist on and took pictures! Only a few, nothing too special but just some to share with you.
Walking up the steps to the Piazzale.
The view from the top.
The Duomo.
The Ponte Vecchio over the Arno.
A copy of the David up at the Piazzale Michelangelo. There's copies of him everywhere. Yet to see the real one but will do so soon.
An example of an elderly couple taking a stroll and a sassy fur coat.
Down below the Piazzale is a bronze artwork gallery throughout this garden that I am sure is really pretty in the spring. Right now they're kind of just sticks.
This is outside the Uffizi. There are sculptures all over the city it's so cool. After taking my sculpture class I am so incredibly impressed by all the sculptures.
La Loggia. It's an sculpture gallery outside in the Central Piazza. I'll get some close ups later.
Some other building that I need to learn what it is..
A little shot of the Duomo.
The roomies. Left to right is Rachel, Eliza, Cierra, Emory, Elaine, and mwah.
New profile pic on facebook.
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