Sognatrica

After gently awaking to the sounds of the streets of Florence, this morning I descended down the stairs to the cafe next door to my apartment to order my take away mug of cafe latte and nutella filled pastry. After chatting with amx at the bar about the Sicily and Brazil, I returned to the apartment and my bed to read.

A few hours later I arranged tiers of black lace, leather and wool around my torso and tossled my curls before leaving to meet a new friend in a cafe near Santa Croce. Afterwards, I wandered down familiarly foreign cobble stone lanes admiring the ambience of Italy, before meandering through Piazza Santa Ambrogio to buy a prosciuto sandwich for lunch. Next I stopped at the beautiful Teatro del Sale for a coffee and casual conversation with the barista.

I'm now at Biblioteca delle Oblate sitting on the second outdoor terrace with a spectacular view of Il Duomo and surrounded by a selection of charming Italian men. With so many distractions my attempt to edit a book of poetry are destined for failure.

Ah Florence... you spoil me.

Mercato Piazza Santa Ambrogio, Firenze.