|We woke up to a nice breakfast at our hotel. Half through there was a buzz on the patio that movie star Jamie Lee Curtis had just left. We then saw here as we were walking to the ATM, and again on the elevator ride. She pushed the buttons and chit-chat with Rebbecca talking about rz's ring. A water taxi ride through the canals took us to the rail station about an hour early. So we walked through the Jewish ghetto which is next to to the station. It was a miserable area compared to the wealthy areas we had become accustomed and especially to the opulence of the churches. There was a special memorial for the Holocaust. We then returned to the train and picked up a sandwich, they didn't have mayo or mustard so not a pleasant lunch. And, note to self, when riding a moving train, make cure to hold onto your diet coke and not leave it sitting in the table, I got a very wet.
We arrived in Florence and took a taxi to our hotel. Florence is much different than Venice. Cars, narrow streets, very busy. The sidewalk is large enough for about one person so people walk in the streets, and taxis and cars maneuver around everyone. Our hotel is a a re-done 15 th century palace that is very much modern. We are on the third floor and the hotel is very charming. We grabbed our map and went to explore.first a huge church next to the hotel call Santa Croce. Which is the area next to our hotel called Relais Santa Croce. We then wounded around to the river and on the Bridge of the jewelries.
We started dinner first with cocktails at a small bar full of younger locals. Great music pumping with a active bar. Then we went to eat sushi. I know, why in Italy but after the lousy train lunch and the unusual breakfast, we wanted something familiar. What a great decision too, small plates rotating around the room on a belt within the best sushi we have ever eaten. Then back to the hotel with a cocktail in the music room of the hotel. In the walls above our heads are small cut outs where the musicians once sat and played their instruments, hidden like a speaker in the ceiling. We meet a French business man who manufacture the chains for David Yurman. He lived in Paris with offices in Milan, London, China, and visits NY frequently. He was very nice but typical French, better than USA attitude. Then off to bed.