So for our ten year anniversary, we had an adventure in Florence. We docked in Livorno, and took a shuttle from the pier into town. Once we got there, we had to figure out how to get into Florence. We walked a bit to the bus stop, and got a little lost. I asked an older man in a shop, but he didn’t speak English. Really, no one in town did, but we eventually figured out that the #1 bus went to the train station. We didn’t get tickets for the bus, but no one ever asked.
At the train station, I got us tickets ordered, and then we learned that Italian trains are in no hurry to be anywhere. We found our platform and waited, and eventually a woman came over to tell everyone that they had switched tracks, so we had to move to another platform. The train was crazy hot, and kept stopping at random intervals.
We got into Florence about half an hour later than we were supposed to. Picked up a map at the station, and saw Santa Maria Novella, then headed toward il Duomo. The streets are really narrow, and we saw a lot of scooters and bicycles.
I had to have taken a few dozen photos of il Duomo.
We found some gelato nearby, and I just ate and stared at the thing. John said the gelato was worth the hour and a half train ride. We looped around to the Archealogical Museum, but it was closed, so we spent some time in the Bargello.
It used to be a prison, but now it’s a sculpture museum. The building itself was really impressive, and I got to see Donatello’s David (which is bigger than I thought). I subjected my poor husband to a lecture on how it differs from Michelangelo’s David.
We had to start back toward the station so we wouldn’t be late, and went through the market. Insanely crowded, hot and loud. Browsed some of the goods and eventually found our way back to the train. We find out we were supposed to get our tickets validated, but we didn’t. The girl said she’d let it slide, and marked us off anyway.
We tried to hop a bus back, but couldn’t buy tickets on the bus without smaller change. We broke a 20 in a little shop, but when we came back out, some kids that do tours in Rome gave us tickets (and info on their tours, of course). Again, no one asked for our tickets, and we didn’t pay for the bus.