Ponte Vecchio is best seen in daylight but when that isn't possible its best to enjoy the experience no matter what the conditions are. So, these are a couple of the night shots including a manipulated one at the bottom.
We had been told by the waiter that a taxi stand was near Ponte Vecchico and when we tired of listening to street musicians we were dismayed to discover that wasn't true. Okay, enough walking! Roger went into a hotel and asked the desk clerk if he could phone for a taxi. Within minutes one picked us up and 25 minutes later we were back in the hotel with the worst AC in the world. None of the cool air nosily leaving the decrepit machine reached us. The night was short though and the flight from Florence to Frankfurt was quick as was the 2 hour wait for the 13 hour flight back to Los Angeles where we were met by my son-in-law, thus ending the adventure to Italy. Is Germany next? We had German beer, German Franks, and German potato salad in the airport terminal in Frankfurt; Roger is now reading Rick Steves' book on Germany.
I can just hear the sighs of relief that I've finally posted the last of the trip.
Quote: The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won't. ~Henry Ward Beecher
When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. ~Franklin D. Roosevelt