Florence
I don’t know what it is that compels my love of Florence over any other city. I’ve walked its narrow, uneven streets, sat quietly at its cafes, joked with the locals, been overwhelmed by the smoldering heat an drenched by…
I don’t know what it is that compels my love of Florence over any other city. I’ve walked its narrow, uneven streets, sat quietly at its cafes, joked with the locals, been overwhelmed by the smoldering heat an drenched by…