She sat at a small table outside of the local cafe set in the maze of
streets near Piazza Antinori. One could get lost in Florence but won’t
mind at all. It was a beautiful, bustling and exciting place. There was
so much to see.
Around her mingled the sound of dishes cutlery, the clink of
glasses as people toasted each other and the voices and laughter
of tourists and locals alike. She heard French, Spanish, English, Italian.
Whiffs of cappuccino, hot bread and pasta filled the air. It was early
afternoon. She had spent the morning visiting the Duomo and the
Antinori palace. Now she was at this little cafe buzzing with locals,
and enjoying a glass of wine after having delicious Ravioli, drinking
in the friendly ambiance around her as she watched couples, friends,
students on summer break and the locals walk by.
This was her first time in Florence. She loved it. She loved the
cobbled streets, the history, the people and of course, the food.
She will definitely stop by this delightful cafe again and try their
Beef tagliata. Hopefully, she would get a table inside. Not that
she minded eating on the sidewalk.
This was her first trip alone. Usually she traveled with her
Sister, June. June got married a couple years ago and her life
was not wrapped up in her husband and their two children.
No plans for Travel any time soon.
She signed. Being alone in a city like Florence wasn’t so bad.
She could get used to it. She could just lose herself in the maze
of streets that now seemed to be beckoning her.
She finished her wine and grabbing her handbag, she
got up and headed to the nearest street.
This trip could be her own personal adventure. Who knows….what
could happen in the city of love…