Passigata con Sandra

This morning Sandra rang me to ask whether I wanted to meet her in town for "un cafe, una passigata al centro and a little shopping". Sandra and I both have ecelectic and expensive taste fpr fashion, so this was a dangerous suggestion - but also irrestible.

Despite the warm sun and promise of primavera the wind was bitterly cold, so we wrapped ourselves up in the coccon of woolen wraps and leather jackets and walked arm in arm through the streets of our second home.

Gorgeous, honest and fierce Sandra outside Il Duomo, Firenze