Don't believe what they tell you about Paris. It's Florence that is the most romantic city ever. Cory keeps trying to tell me that it's just because we spent our honeymoon there, but really, it is wonderful and charming and cozy and intimate and perfect for young'ns in love.
Upon rising on our first day in the city, we had breakfast in our hotel which consisted of cappuccinos and homemade yeast rolls (light and perfect and melt-in-your-mouth delicious), local sourdough rolls, and multigrain rolls - a light yet amazingly satisfying breakfast.
After our meal we set out for the nearby cathedral. When we left our hotel I asked Cory where it was and he simply pointed to the right and there it was - glimpsed from between the charming buildings lining the street, the dome of San Giovanni dominated the sky.
We struck out to go see it. We found out we could climb to the top of the rotunda, which seemed like a good idea to the newlyweds who had oh-so-recently consumed what was perhaps too much wine, lamb, and wedding cake. The climb to the top was a good one, but it's a good thing Cory is more graceful than me - he could have given himself a concussion on those low ceilings. Call it the old-world charm. Adding to that charm were the windows cut into the stone. You could look out of them and get amazing views of the city and the surrounding countryside.
So, naturally, I pulled out my camera, poked it out a particularly appetizing window, and shot off a few. Naturally.
You see those villas in the countryside? I want one!
This photo is from our honeymoon. If you'd like large resolution, enlargement-quality copies of any of the files you see from our adventures in Italy, please leave a comment and let me know.