|Evening rowers on the Arno River.|
|An example of original artwork adorning the walls of our Trattoria.|
|A piece of artwork that has just sold to an American couple.|
Nightfall arrives earlier in the autumn, so we found our way to a busy trattoria near the Ponte Vecchio, and sleepily devoured a pizza. We couldn't help notice the Tuscan artwork on the walls, and soon realized a young American couple seated next to us were in the process of selecting one of the paintings to purchase. It is quite common for artists to exhibit, and sell, their work in alternative venues in Italy, and it's encouraging to see an actual sale happen.
|The happy art-buyers (foreground) after a satisfying dinner.|
After eating the last crumbs of pizza, and drinking the last drops of Chianti, we walked the streets for another hour, unwilling to admit that we were completely jet-lagged, and that we should head for the comfort of our bed. But the evening was too beautiful and balmy for that. Besides, a gelato is mandatory on your first night in Italy, so we had to follow the good folks of Florence to the nearest outdoor gelateria to sample the creamy delight.
|The decorative ceiling of our 400 year old palazzo, our home in Florence.|
Yes, we got lost with our melting gelatos in the narrow streets of the Oltrarno, but we eventually found our home-away-from-home, near the Ponte alla Carraia. Tomorrow, our first full day in Florence. For now: restful sleep.