Hard to believe but a year ago this date, Mary and I arrived in Florence. Florence had not only the greatest collection of art, but I think we had some of our best food there - of course to mention the now-famous strawberry sundae which is so ingrained in our memories we'll have to go back for another. Mary found a recipe that suggests that the strawberries may be spiked with a tiny bit of Balsamic Vinegar as well as sugar, and we think that may have been the secret to the incredible intensity of flavor that we enjoyed in Florence. I tried the recipe, but think I over
did the vinegar, lacking the delicate touch of the Florentines. The strawberries were spooned over a bowl of vanilla Gelato -and from there history was made.Mary's special memories were the Cezanne exhibit there, as well as - of course - the Ferragamo museum. We saw only a small portion of the Pitti Palace, and the grotto was off-tour the day we were there. So much filled our days it is hard to believe how much more there was to see.
Such an adventure. So very unlike us - or maybe so very much like us that it is hard to see. And I am reminded that to take it in, I have to keep looking up. The floor only supports the sky.