Florence really is the perfect Italian city. Its faded yellow townhouses line winding, narrow stone streets that bustle with pedestrians, speeding cars, and motorcyclists. All the streets resemble each other so it’s pretty easy to get lost in Florence but difficult to be upset about it since you are, of course, lost in Florence.
I’ve been to Florence before, but I appreciated it much more this time around. This time I was much older, and I was visiting my best friend Sophie who’s studying there. Sophie showed me what it’s like to actually live in Florence by exposing me to the best food, the best sights, and the best shopping. After this weekend my wallet feels much lighter, but I evened it out by eating my weight in gelato.
Read on to learn about beautiful Italian views, beautiful Italian leather, and beautiful Italian food (the best food I’ve eaten in Europe so far).
Positioned at the top of a (very) tall hill, the view of Florence from Piazza Michelangelo is worth the hike. From the top, you can see the whole city with stunning mountains in the background. Bonus: You can eat a slice of guilt-free Italian pizza after the hike.
While I had seen the David before, it made such an impression that I had to see it again. And let me just say, the David always lives up to the hype. Although several parts of the David are severely out of proportion, he is a stunning work of art that I could stare at all day.
The Duomo is truly a trademark of Florence.The structure is ornate and gorgeous, its famous dome dominating the Florence skyline. While walking around the city, we often used the Duomo to orient ourselves and figure out where we were. Unfortunately, we didn’t make it inside, choosing instead to visit the leather market (priorities). Speaking of leather…
Since my Mom’s pair of Italian leather gloves has been doing a superb job of keeping me warm in the cold Prague weather (thx Mom), I decided it was high time I buy a pair of my own. So I did. And a leather jacket too. Oops.
Once I saw the jacket though, I couldn’t resist. It’s gray and so soft (apparently baby sheep leather which I really didn’t need to know) and stylish. For some reason, Italians wear their leather jackets like sausage casings, so I can’t exactly zip it, but it’s still so beautiful and I will happily wear it forever. Or at least, until I gain five pounds and it no longer fits.
AND NOW THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THIS BLOG POST:
If you haven’t been paying attention up until this point, now is your chance to redeem yourself. Below is a comprehensive list of the foods I had the privilege of eating this weekend:
Italian prosciutto with mozzarella cheese and truffle cream, all on Focaccia bread. American Paninis should be ashamed of themselves.
All I’m going to say is that I had gelato at least three times in a span of two days. Pistachio is a fan favorite (meaning Sophie and I are big fans).
I’m not going to lie, I will always have a special place in my heart for Papa Johns. But this pizza really was incredible, and how can you not love pizza in Italy. I mean just look at it…
Florentine Blueberry Steak
Okay I know it sounds weird and it looks like a black hole in the picture, but it was one of the best steaks I’ve ever had. It was covered in a blueberry-infused sauce and it paired perfectly with red wine.
As you can see, I saw, ate, and spent money on beautiful things this weekend. If I could only visit one city in Italy, I would pick Florence every time, and I recommend you do the same. But maybe I’m biased.
Special shout out to Sophie for showing me such a great time this weekend!!!