Mutual feelings

Every time I leave Florence it rains.

Yesterday as we drove through the Tuscan countryside towards Castgelioncello on the coast; the landscape was a vivid green and the meadows were sun kissed with yellow flowers and sunlight. Then this morning whilst we were seated eating warmed chocolate croissants and cafe latte, it started raining and it hasn't ceased.

I think that Florence is crying because I'm leaving - and the feeling is mutual.