Lucca to Florence 29/8/17 and Florence 30/8/17

29/8/17 Tuesday
Rest day

Train Lucca- Florence

Farewell Sergio then Riccardo.
Serendipitously take an earlier train than planned only to gratifyingly realise the walking tour of Florence is scheduled for 1.30 not 4.30 as I had thought.

The David evokes deep emotion.

Duomo, Medici HQ, Ponte Vecchio.
Large dinner afterwards proves to be the best and most expensive I've had in a long while!
Aircon in my room. Military presence. Some beggars. Bird poops green poop on my head.


10 Breakfast
40 Dinner
7 Train
50 Walking tour
62 Wow Hostel

30/8/17 Wednesday
Rest day

Florence
28 deg at 1030

Aircon, fresh towels and sheets.
Feeling swoony, claustrophobic and anxious among the crowds.
Ufizi gallery 1630.


62 Wow Hostel
37 Ufizi
9 Food
7 Supplies
5 Gelato, drink
5 Breakfast






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