Florence

This is Italy. Small streets, wafting smells of pasta and meat, rod iron on the windows of tightly packed houses. We quickly jumped in line to see David. As we waited in the short line, we met a man from Britain who was happy to talk about recent politics, the pros of social welfare and the problematic damages of Reagonomics and Thatcherism. Two women from the southern states chimed in. At first we assumed them to be republican crazies, but when they said they wished Hillary would have made it to the presidency, we were plain old confused.

Part of the collection in the Galleria Accadamia included a few instruments that were of special interest to me. There was the first known upright piano, stringed instruments made by the famous Stradivarius and various paintings of the medici court.