And a few film photos from last October, when, after 3 months of living in Italy, I had finally found a job – the worst ever, not for what I was doing (chambermaid in a hotel), but for the awful colleagues and boss. Although my legs were hurting terribly, I always took a long stroll through the city after work. Those were both tough and beautiful times.
A Saturday morning walk with Dad on the banks of the Arno river. American impressionist painting exhibition at Palazzo Strozzi (a future post about that soon). Cappuccino in a cafe near Palazzo Pitti, in an antique shop’s gallery: A strange mix of shabbiness and luxury. Quite symbolic for Florence actually.