Nor any drop to drink… but a room with a view that let’s not a heart sink (apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge and The Rime of the Ancient Mariner!)…
Water, water, everywhere you look…
Even up the side streets, you’re just as likely to need a boat…
Water, water, everywhere… so it must be Venice…
Until we speak again, “Water, water, everywhere… nor any drop to drink. ” But maybe that’s what S. Pellegrino was invented for…
History, culture, atmosphere, the home of the Renaissance… Florence has it all in abundance…
Who’d have thought it was the place to devour a whole cow as well? From the stomach as a burger from a hole in the wall…
To a high-end experience of a slow cooked cheek…
Then there is the quintessential Florentine Steak. Brought to your table prior to cooking. All that’s missing was a name… let’s call her Daisy for polite dining…
Until we speak again, go to Florence and be drawn into an atmospheric experience and a feast of consumption…
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