Saturday, 16 November 2013


Oh, Florence! I thank you for making me feel better about my hips.

Let us just call Botticellli a hero amongst women. Spending time in the art galleries and museums of Florence puts me at ease with being naked and curves are sexy and eating pasta is what I was born to do.


While I didn't have a single bad meal in all my travels in Italy, in Florence, you don't have to work that hard to get fed well. A fantastic find: Nocciolo, a alto adige cheese with a hazelnut liqueur washed rind, and a creamy blend of cows, goats, and sheeps milk. It's enough to make a frenchman cry I do believe.

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Oh, but the art. Wandering around Michelangelo's sculptures in the Piazza della Signoria, dominated by the Palazzo Vecchio, was magic. The perfect marble bodies, posed in violence and threats, were a ghostly thing in the dark.

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