Waking up in Florence
Then I wake up in Florence. The cool, clean morning breeze and intense Mediterranean sunshine form an exhilarating contrast that makes you glad to be alive as you step out your door into the Florentine morning.
I knew I needed to start writing, but it was time to hit the streets first.
Shopping for one’s daily food sets a good rhythm to life: I walk to the markets, buying vegetables in one location, meat at another stand, then over five streets to buy bread and fresh mozzarella.
What a gift. No meetings, no email, no urgent matters. Just simple human interactions with shop keepers. Just a crisp Italian morning.
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