We're locked and loaded to roll to Rome tomorrow morning. I plan to get up at 5 am in order to get one last run in Cascine Park prior to our departure at 8 am.
It's all good but time to go. Three weeks in Florence done and gone. To that end:
Yada - the safety of Florence. Despite a rather large city, the streets are safe at any hour.
Nada - competitive walking. Narrow sidewalks and throngs of tourists make navigating a pain in the hind quarters. After three weeks, one major theme differentiates us (seasoned tourists) from them (new incoming visitors): We know exactly where we are going...and you have no idea of where you are. I want to walk; you want to stop and stare. In the meantime the sidewalk is clogged to a standstill while cars and buses and scooters whiz by inches from the curb. Gridlock!