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After an outstanding stay in Venice (my new favorite city in the whole world!), we went to train down to Florence. We went to the Venice train station, and, low and behold, no Florence. Damn, did Bush bomb Italy too!
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Turns out that the Italians call Florence "Firenze". So, after wandering around the station for a while, we finally figure that out. What the heck is the matter with them, not naming their city in english?
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We train down to Firenze, and upon exiting the train station find out we have about a mile walk to our hotel. So, we start walking, and come upon wonder #1 of Firenze...scooters. Scotters everywhere, all makes and sizes, with no sense of traffic laws whatsoever. They drive on the sidewalks (such as they are), through lights, across squares, and, basically just insane. You take your life in your hands just walking down the sidewalk, to say nothing of trying to cross a street.
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Wonder #2 of Firenze are the sidewalks. They are basically about 1/2 a person wide, filled with people walking, scooters, tables from the bistros, garbage bins, dogs, one-legged old italian women begging, and on and on. You cannot make forward progress on a sidewalk, it's just impossible.
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We finally arrive at our hotel, which, in a bit of sheer irony, was formerly a convent. Kathy has selected it just to bust my round ones. It is however a beautiful place inside, and we get the Mother Superior room...where else would you put me up for the night! If I didn't have a lock on hell before that night, I certainly do now.
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Bound for hell Lumpy out
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