It wasn't the real one, but it was close enough
23.05.2006 - 25.05.2006
-17 °C
Following our five days or so in Napoli, we got back aboard a train and headed to Firenze, commonly known as Florence. The ride itself was pretty much like the last in that the compartment that we were in was filled to capacity and a few down the corridor, it was empty. Our carriage was pretty cosmopolitan in that the occupants were Alaskan, Argentian, Italian, Australian (Heather) and English (me). We tried having a conversation which quickly degenerated to sign language as there was no common language. Very surreal in all respects.
On arriving in Florence, we boarded a local train that took us to the small town where we had booked ourselves into a campsite and a shuttle bus would take us the remaining distance. The shuttle bus however never arrived, so after quick phone call to the campsite, they sent a taxi that they kindly covered the cost of. Then it was off to the (porta)cabin that we had hired. The campsite itself was very nice, having a number of restuarants, pools, etc. It is ideal for families visiting Italy, either by car & caravan or using the trains like ourselves.
The following day, we caught the shuttle bus back to the station to get the train to Florence. We had expected a minibus or something similar, but it actually turned out to be one of those tourist buses in the shape of trains. Climbing aboard that to be driven through the town doesn't do much for the street cred, let me tell you.
On arrival in Florence, our first target was the National Academy where the statue of David resides. One look at the queues disuaded us from that, it would have taken about 5 hours to get in and we were only spending the one day in Florence. We did however have a back up plan: the statue of David originally resided in a piazza along with a number of other works, however the town authorities decided the special attention they were getting from the pigeon population made it necessary to move them somewhere where they wouldn't be 'christened'. The originals were then replaced with reproductions so that the spirit of the square wasn't spoilt. Although it wasn't the original, it was probably more how Michelangelo had intended it to look.
When we returned to the campsite, we found that the German Woman's Harley Davidson group had moved in. Now, maybe it was just me but there seemed to be an awful lot of testosterone in the group (the handlebar moustaches gave it away). Actually, thinking about it: leather trousers, thick moustaches. It was a Village People revival!
The rest of the time was spent hanging around the campsite. Heather was ecstatic when we managed to find a replay of the Australia-Greece football match. I was ecstatic at the range of beers available.
Posted by jefranklin 10.06.2006 10:31 Archived in Round the World | Italy Comments (0)





