Dateline Saturday.
Checked out of the Hotel, caught a cab to Termini (amazing what a Roman cab driver can cram into his little cab! Even if he does charge an extra two Euro for it.). Positioned ourselves under the departures board ready for notification of our platform. Were able to lend kindly kiwi assistance to an American woman who had just flown in and was on her way to meet her husband in Florence and who was slightly confused. Turns out she was on the same train as us. Possible just as well as it helped us focus on the detail otherwise might have caught the regular train to Florence not the Eurostar to Venice, stopping at Florence which we were actually booked on and which was much more comfortable and quicker than the other would have been.
Trip was barely Hour and half. Went very quickly as we were entertained by two American couples (well the women thereof) who had literally thrown themselves onto the train as the doors were closing. had been stuck in a queue for two hours to get the Eurostar passes validated.
5 - 10 minute walk from the Santa Maria Novella station to our hotel. Great place with good lobby, lounge, courtyards. Our room was also good except, we later discovered that the main plant for the air con was on the roof above us. Didn't stop us sleeping but it was irritating in what was otherwise a lovely quiet room. So have just asked if there was another room available and there was so have done a very rapid shift. This room doesn't have a view and has a smaller bathroom so suspect they don't think its as good but its gloriously quiet.
Back to yesterday. Got sorted, went walking around - down to Duomo, along the Arno, over the Ponte Vecchio, back through the markets. Re-familiarisation tour. Dined in the hotel restaurant. Yum again.
This morning headed back over towards the Duomo. I climbed up the Campanile. Great views. The two way traffic on the narrow winding stairs on the last section was interesting - clearly the 15 century architecvts didn't contemplate mass tourism and large Germans and Americans. It should be noted that the young Englishman who took the photo of me and Frodo didn't seem to think it odd at all. Unlike the Japanese woman who fell about laughing when she saw me taking a photo of him part way up. says it all really.
Then through the baptistry - more stunning mosaics - am contemplating looking for a mosaic icon to go with the crucifix I bought at the Vatican. J getting worried. Then through the Duomo museum which we had completely missed last visit. Great building with a lot of original pieces which have been removed for preservation.
Again back through the markets to the hotel. Acquired a replacement for my man bag which is beginning to fray and disintegrate. Original synthetic leather and other man made fibres. New one total leather.
Then the room change. Julia's sister Sarah has just arrived to join us. Florence might never be the same!