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!