The cacophony of broken glass punctuated the seemingly endless monologue by the inebriated character outside our hotel window in Florence. His animated voice echoed up and down Via Faenza, bouncing off centuries-old blocks of buildings in this area situated only blocks from the Duomo and the Stazione (central train station).
We arrived without any difficulties after a long flight originating in Medford, changing in San Francisco and Munich, and finally terminating in Florence the following evening.
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