This
hostel in Florence is good, there are some minor things that could be better.
Like fans in the room. It’s too quiet.
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| Hostel Courtyard |
The
water in the shower also does not stay a constant temperature, it goes from
hot to cold every other minute.
I
found the American breakfast place where Lizzie ate! It’s called, hell I can’t
remember, but it’s on the corner of the square by the duomo (called Astor).
I
climbed to the cupola in the duomo. It was worth the €8, although part of the
way is two-way traffic in a very narrow,
and very steep corridor. I am going to the Accademia and the Uffizi in
the morning. I will stop by the duomo inbetween perhaps. I did not see the main
part of the church yet.
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| From the Cupola of the Duomo |
There
are really too many tourists here, it’s one big tourist trap really. Might be better
in the off-season.
Oh,
and here there are some foreigners, I’m not sure their ethnicity [south-east Asian?] that were
selling the same kitsch [and fake purses] that the Nigerians were selling in Rome. They had set
up their goods on sheets in the square of the duomo. As I was trying to find
the hostel, the lot of them suddenly gathered up their goods and ran like mad
through the square. I suppose the police were coming, although I never saw the
police. [It was an impressive thing to see.]
The
door to the hostel is very old and very short. I hit my head coming in,
pretty hard. I have a pump knot [for those of you not from western NC, that's a goose egg, or a lump] on the top [of my head], the guy who runs the hostel was so
nice, he gave me some ice to put on it.
The
gelato in Portici is better [and cheaper].
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| Gelato |
I
am going to order four eggs for breakfast. Watch me.
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