Exploring history

Trip Start Aug 02, 2010
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Trip End Sep 29, 2010


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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

31st August 2010

Day 29 & with breakfast not included, we started our walk by looking for a nice cafe.Found one quite close by & as with Como,to save time I'll refer to it in future as B & CL.

Started the real wandering soon after & it became obvious that we had seen the worst of the city yesterday.While the streets were often still narrow & uneven, we started to get to many of the famous attractions that make Florence so popular.The many churches , galleries & museums are just awesome.We both loved the architecture ,with the size & intricate stonework a feature on all of them.Most are only a quick walk apart so we saw pretty much all of them in the one day – queues were too long to go inside the main museums.

We did spend some time inside the San Lorenzo Basilica, parts of which date back to 393AD, & totally loved it.On a par with the walk thru Salisbury Cathedral – not as big or grandiose, but somehow made you feel the immense history of the building.We sat down on the pews at one stage & Brenda said that she felt the calmness of the church.

While we were meandering, Brenda’s interest was also torn between the many shops & also trying to find a hairdresser, which she eventually found & was able to slot her in almost immediately.This left me to catch up on blogging n stuff back at the Montebello.

 After her gorgeousssness was fully restored we walked some more before heading off to the train station to initially grab some timetables to try & use up our Eurail days, but ended up arranging a " Day in Tuscany “ bus tour for Thursday.Looks great.

Headed away from the station & walked around part of the walls of an old fortress, before going back to our digs for a well earned rest.

Couldn’t resist happy hour again.We got the same “ Jeeves “ who tried to impress us with remembering our room number – “ I know your room normber Signor, eet is one o eight “.Close I said, it’s 235 – but I’m happy if you bill 108.He laughed & promptly recited our drinks from last night ( correctly ).I like the guy.

Dinner this time was just over the road & probably had the chef from the Barchetta in Como moonlighting there.Brenda had 4 bits ravioli & my pepper beef stew was a few pieces of beef on toast, with a dusting of sauce.Whattha.

Anyway, the drinks were cold & the company was above average so all was not lost.

The hairdressing experience was a bit unusual.  I thought I was waiting to see if I could arrange an appointment, but apparently I was waiting to have my hair done.  With a lot of words, waving, gesturing and what nots we finally worked out between us all (clients included) that I wanted my roots done.  Well I ended up with the hairdresser who (as they used to say in the old days) was “a frightful ole queen you know".  After looking quite carefully at the hair, the roots, the other colours he proceeded to put this gel stuff on it.  I ended up looking like Cameron Diaz in that film when her was sticking straight up.  Goodness knows.  Anyway he continued to slap other stuff on.  In the meantime everyone else is having theirs done, it was like a conveyor belt.  One lady, who was in her 80s, and maintained very well (I think her make up was painted on) was having a perm.  She had brought along her own rods and papers and was telling the girl where and which way they were rolled.  Bit blind too, I think, as she had a small hand mirror with her to keep checking on it.  One girls had so much plastic wrap wrapped around her head I thought they might be trying to keep her fresh for later.  Oh yes, we all had white robes on, white tea towels around our neck and shoulders and glad wrap on top of that.

They all knew each other and were chatting away with my guy.  At one stage I thought I might have been in a coven of some sort, as there was a lot of old crone cackling going on.

After my colour was “done” I was pointed to a basin where it was washed.  No gentle massage of the head here.  Let us just say it was invigorating, especially when he rinsed with icy cold water.  I was then led to another room where the blow drying was done.  Much quieter,  but still rather rigorous.

Sophie, have I ever told you how much I appreciate you.  See you when I get back.  ........Brenda
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