Well, another drop gorgeous day. We walked all the way up to San Miniato for a view and then down to Piazzela Michelangelo. Next I tried to go to Mass in the Chiesa di Dante, but it wasn’t happening, so I went to a random church, and the priest looked at me during the homily and asked me directly if I understood him! I felt like I was in some kind of Felini movie, so I answered,”un po,” and he asked again, and I said, “Capisco un po.” And then he expounded some more, and I understood he was saying he had a sore throat, so he was going to cut the service short. Suddenly, a family with three boys came bursting in and sat on the front row right in front of me. Then another family burst in, and a little girl ran across the aisle to hug another little girl, all in the middle of Mass! And then, after communion, the priest called up the little children and gave them the leftover pieces of the Eucharist. The whole experience was a bit surreal. The man next to me introduced me to his wife from Iowa. He said it was their neighborhood church and that the three families with children were all cousins. Anyway, it was charming.
I’ll add some photos here. We ate in our apartment and then walked up to Piazza San Marco, stopping at Il Papiere for paper products. We met Mira, and she told us to go see her friend, Aldo, at La Pelle for leather goods. We took the bus up to Fiesole, had a cappuccino while taking in the view of Florence, walked up the hill to another view and the lovely Chiesa di Convento di San Francesco. We rode the bus home, but it broke. Sfumo or smoke, so we had to get out, but we got another bus in dieci minuti. I had JUST said to Melissa how everything on our trip was turning out so perfectly.