When I go to Florence it’s as if nothing ever changes and then of course you take a closer look and realize that lots of things have changed, but it’s all background change. Nothing important has changed. The people are the same. The atmosphere is the same. Florence is always the same gorgeous city full of the same amazing sites.
|I took this picture on Sunday, hence why it's not lit up|
I got to Florence on Saturday and took a long lazy walking tour through center. There are some new restaurants, cafes, and gelaterias but the most important ones, the best still remain exactly where they have always been. They have stayed the same.
For example, for dinner we went to Trattoria Anita, what was a fixture in my life when I lived in Florence. It’s still the same and still incredible. It is so incredible that it deserves its own blog posting (which should be up soon)
Then there’s Old Stove Signoria. My fixture. My home away from home in Florence. It’s an ordinary bar in Piazza Signoria and I practically lived there for the last two years of my stay in
bella Firenze. I
made friends with the hilarious bartenders and with their friends too. It’s not the best food, but the atmosphere is
incredible and the staff are friendly and awesome, especially the night
staff. There have been a few changes
over the years, but it’s still an amazing place. I don’t love the new kitchen but I still love
the music, radio and live. Plus on Tuesday and Saturday nights they still do
karaoke too. The karaoke is hilarious and fun and I love going and singing with
my Italian girls who just egg me on and have me try random, difficult songs for
the hell of it.
|Old Stove Signoria... A quiet moment|
That was my Saturday in Florence. Amazing dinner with my friend Lindsay and then karaoke at Old Stove after a cider at the other Old Stove near the Porcellino. It was a great night with awesome people and general hilarity and went on till the early hours of the morning.
Now just a general warning, if you are a single, attractive single (well, okay, you don’t have to be single) female, you will get hit on at Old Stove Signoria. It is inevitable. The bartenders are hilarious and will hit on attractive females but it is part of their amazing Italian charm. Just don’t let yourself get too charmed. ;)
|The view from the bench in front of Old Stove|
Then on Sunday after a nice long sleep, Lindsay made me an awesome homemade breakfast and then I went for a walk around the city. I met up with one of my favorite Italians, Alessio . We had a brief catch up session at Old Stove over a cider. (I know, I go to Old Stove a lot when I’m in Florence but in the day it’s very relaxing and chill.) It’s been about 2 years since I’ve been able to sit down with him so I was super excited.
After my gab session I ran around the city confirming that nothing has changed terribly drastically. I went to Via dei Neri and got a gelato from one of my favorites, Gelateria dei Neri (my review here). It’s still one of the best in the city. I get it way too often when I’m in the city but I love it wayyy too much.
I took a nice, long walk up to Piazzale Michelangelo and took lots of gorgeous pictures of the beautiful
sun and landscapes. It was refreshing and amazingly
relaxing before my early evening with Lindsay and her most adorable son at a
Carnevale party where we munched and danced to the Macarena.
|One of the views walking down from Piazzale Michelangelo|
Then after a long day I wandered back to Old Stove for a cider and a chicken burger. Really I wandered over to say goodbye to everyone, but I was hungry so I decided to get a snack before training it back to Rome. The chicken burger was pretty good but I covered it in mayo, ketchup and Tabasco (I always ask for Tabasco because I love spicy wayyy too much not to do it). Then while I ate I took some time to write in the crowd like old times. Some things never change. Somehow or other I can sit in a crowded pub and still focus on writing. It’s one of the few times I don’t get easily distracted.
Overall, I’d say it was an awesome weekend filled with good food, old friends, and cold cider. I’m definitely glad I got away from Rome for the weekend. Goodness knows I’ll be back to Florence again quite soon.