slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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Saturday, 14 ottobre 2006 While in the Mercato Centrale, I picked up several items to bring home with me, including a bottle of limoncello, Toscanelli and Borlotti beans, dried porcini mushrooms, and a couple of different varieties of dried pasta. On the way back to the Hotel, we walked through the huge street market that…
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This was one of my favorite places, as you might imagine. Deb and Randy, who are organic farmers on Randy’s grandfather’s farm, a Greensboro farm that is surrounded by subdivisions, accompanied us to Florence’s most famous food market. There are others that the locals frequent, I hear, and those will have to wait for the…
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Friday, 13 ottobre 2006 We limped back to the Hotel San Giovanni, where we found that several of our compadres had arrived. Judy had been there since Monday, navigating and exploring on her own. Deb and Randy, Sandy B, Shirley, Teresa, and Rosemary arrived while we were statue-gazing. Six of us decided to strike out…
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From the top floor of the Uffizi – a hallway leading to the bathroom had an open window with this view.
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Friday, 13 ottobre 2006 The second day began with a knock on the door at 7 a.m., because we had a reservation for the Accademia at 8:15. We met another American couple in line and compared notes. We were beginning to realize that every other person in Florence was an American, or it seemed that…
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Gulp. Gack. I never knew what the evil eye was until I took this photo on the Ponte Vecchio in Firenze.
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Sandy and I were wandering the streets of Florence on a Friday morning between museum visits and happened across this fountain in a nearly empty piazza. It was a residential part of the city, but I don’t remember the name of the piazza or street. (Later, reader Brandyn provided this information in a comment: “This…
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Thursday, 12 ottobre 2006 Sandy and I were pretty beat but we had been strongly advised to try to get on the Italian schedule as quickly as possible and not to crash until around 9 p.m. We decided to walk around without any real agenda except to find something simple to eat. One of the…
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A ghostly view of San Lorenzo Cathedral, late at night.
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I’ve never been comfortable with flying, and at times I’ve had a full-blown, knee-gripping, catatonia-inducing phobia about it. I did okay the last time I flew. That would be the time that I unknowingly flew through Greensboro and Charlotte airports with a box-cutter in my purse. It was taken away from me in Orlando on…
slowly she turned 