The Florence of my Dreams Rich and sumptuous, heady and chaotic, full of charm and abrasive crowds. I can’t deny I had an image of Florence in my mind, wrought by film after film, novel after novel, flaunting its charms. I had to see it, one day. It was everything I imagined Italy to be, the one place I had always determined to see. However, unlike my beloved Venice…
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