I was wondering how long it would take for me to start missing Florence after I left. Well, the answer is: precisely 3 weeks. To be honest, if it hadn’t been for the holidays in between (equal to lots of time spent with wonderful humans) this might have happened even sooner. At least it’s January now. It’s so grey, cold and despicably wet outside that I don’t feel too silly being caught by yet another fit of the grass being greener on the other side. So here I am craving to stroll along alleyways and trip on bumpy cobblestone like the hopeless idiot I tend to be.
Any suggestions how to deal with the blues? Feel free to leave me a comment or send me some schiacciata and red wine to consume on the street while babbling Italian.
The Giramondo 
Great photos!
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Thanks very much!
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Can never get enough of Florence, great photos.
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Thank you Ishita, I really don’t see how I could ever be fed up with it either.
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Great photos! I lived in Florence for a year recently, and the street art brings it all back to me…. thank you 🙂
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Thanks for your comment, glad you enjoyed the pictures! Living in Florence is just the dream 🙂
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