David and the Girl by Cari Oleskewicz

It is the end of June and hot. We are in a line snaking along the ancient buildings on via Ricasoli, around eleven a.m., and the girl is whining. She doesn’t care about the museum and she doesn’t want to do it and why can’t we have a gelato and where are we having lunch. […]

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A Soft Spot for Florence

I love Florence, kind of like I love my grumbly great grandmother. She’s never liked me much, but she’s very old, so I have a soft spot in my heart for her anyway.The old town of Florence is essentially an ugly, run-down sprawl of buildings that haven’t been painted since the Medicis wouldn’t have crossed […]

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