Ashley and Alan in front of tower. It is hard to remember to hold the camera so the tower actually leans, always wanting to tip the camera to straighten up the tower!
Mel and a beautiful white (just finished cleaning 1 month ago) Tower of Pisa. Fantastic site!
Walking around Florence our first day during the "golden hour" and took this picture of this beautiful lady, with the Baptistry to the left, the Bell Tower to the right, and the dome of the Duomo in the background. Last time we were here (about 4 years ago) the bell tower and Duomo were covered with scaffolding while they cleaned the surface. It looks stunningly clear and beautiful now.
Our bed in the first apartment in Florence. By the looks of it, you’d say that was a beautiful curtain draping down over the headboard of the bed . . . truth is, it was a painting on the wall that sure look real when you walked into the room. And down in the left hand corner of the painting was all the signatures of the painters . . . just like home . . . By the way, we slept like babies – more due to jet lag than the ambiance!
This was the straight ahead view from our window of our first apartment in Florence. Each night there were different performances from the stage with all these beautiful statues around them. Down in the left hand corner is a copy of David . . . what do you suppose he thought of the performers he was watching on the stage?
The quintessential wine shop also provides "snacks" to go along with their wine tasting . . . I shot this picture of some escapee from the penal colony of Hawaii snarfing down the "snacks".
When you look up "wine cellar" in the dictionary they probably have a picture like this. A "over priced, gaudy, purse shop keeper" (who subsequently sold a purse to Sue) told us this place was the most professional wine shop in Florence . . . judging by their selection, we agreed . . . not that we knew anything about wine!
Sue and I were walking around and all of sudden we said, "isn’t that the hotel Adam & Diana honeymooned in"? And sure enuf, it was . . . they were still airing out the linen’s from all the friction . . .