A day of weddings.

I again went to the Piazzale Michelangelo with a friend and was flummoxed by the number of Chinese in Florence.

The city at sun down was beautiful as always.

The morning parade of the tourists is a sight to behold.

The harsh summer sun plays hide and seek with the shadows in Florence.

We made a visit to Fiesole (Fiesulaneum – Latin) in the morning and we finally managed to create a ruckus ourselves (got the firepower to attempt to outdo the Italians in fashion).

Summer is a never-ending serenade of weddings (fairytale or not).

Thou shalt not look at St. Marco in the eye!