On the bus, headed to pesto (I mean Levanto):
Newly Italianized Josh (but he needs a bad haircut to go with the glasses):
Sun is setting as we get ready to leave the Campo die Miracoli:
Though Ms. Vogt prefers things to be in proper order, (such as where apostrophe's should go), she likes the lean of the tower:
Enjoying the sun (and the cheap sunglasses):
We were up there:
The descent begins. "This is so FUN!"
Warren likes the view from the top of the leaning tower:
On the very top of the leaning tower:
A shared laugh in line to climb the tower:
Leather everywhere in Florence:
That dome was one of the great accomplishments of the Renaissance:
Enjoying the warmth of Florence:
If he had a cup, he might make some money:
When you wake up in Venice, wind your way through its alleys, through the fish market and eventually find your way out of the twisted maze, then visit Florence for an appointment with the David and some quick bartering at the Mercato, then visit Pisa and climb it’s famously leaning tower, then head to the Mediterranean village of Levanto for a huge Ligurian style dinner and a good night’s sleep in a former Roman Catholic convent, you know you’re in Italy. And that your guide is slightly insane. But we made it through. And there were some moments of relaxation, such as when Sergio serenaded Ms. Vogt on the Campo Dei Miracoli (the field of miracles – where the leaning tower of Pisa is). And dinner is always relaxing in Italy. And slow. Which is good.
Craig
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