Sep 13 – Sep 14 · 1 nights · Solo (arrival), Carlie, Miguel, Zavier, Scott & Jennifer · ★★★★★
A chance meeting with family on Via de' Bardi, the statues of Piazza della Signoria, and a pasta class on a Tuscan farm with a very funny host.
“You don't have to be related to feel like family.”
A morning flight over the Alps took me from Paris into Italy, and Florence is where this became a
family trip. I spent the first afternoon wandering on my own, ran into the whole family by chance,
and the next day we cooked together on a farm in the Tuscan hills.
Five stars, and my only regret is how little time I gave it. I’d happily spend days in
Florence, and more in the countryside around it.
Highlights
Piazza della Signoria: so much to see in one square
Running into the family on Via de' Bardi the day before the class, then wine and a Florentine steak together
Pasta class on a working farm in Sant'Ellero (booked by Carlie on Airbnb), with a host so funny and captivating she was the best part of the day
We made our own pasta, and it was the best dish of the day. Lunch was mostly from the farm, including olive oil and wine from its own olives and grapes
Misses
Only one night. Not enough time to really appreciate Florence
Next time
Give Florence at least 2–3 nights, plus time for the wider Tuscan region
Book the Uffizi and the Duomo climb for a day that isn't already full
Day by day
Sun, Sep 13
Arrival, and a chance meeting on Via de' Bardi
Two good options, and family won.
Italy was all new to me, and I was really excited. Getting into town took a while: a bus from the plane to the terminal, then the tram. At the tram stop a man was "helping" people with tickets. He didn't work for the tram company, and it looked like he was reselling tickets, so I steered around him and used the machine. I'd heard so much about pickpockets in Italy that my guard was already up.
My room wasn't ready yet, so I left my bags, changed into shorts, asked Gemini for a few options, and ended up at La Petite for my first Italian lunch: burrata, tomatoes and a spritz.
Once I'd checked in, I grabbed my camera and headed out on the itinerary's route, minus the Uffizi, since I never got a ticket. Piazza della Signoria became my favorite square. It's the statues out in the open, the history, the whole vibe of the place. So many people have stood there before me, and so many will after, and it's a lot to think about that people have been living here for two thousand years.
To fill the Uffizi time, I took the scenic route toward dinner at La Beppa Fioraia, strolling along the Arno and following my eye with the camera, aiming to arrive when it opened at 7:30. Miguel had told me they were up on the hill, so I started walking their way, and halfway up Via de' Bardi, there they were, coming down: Carlie, Miguel, Zavier, Scott and Jennifer.
I was really excited to see them, but I didn't want to intrude, so I hadn't counted on anything. It was one of those forks where either path would have been great: dinner and the sunset on my own, or an evening with family. They invited me along, so I dropped my plans and walked with them. We rested our feet over wine near Piazza di Santa Maria Novella, then had dinner at Osteria Le Petit Nuti. Not where I'd planned, but I still got my Florentine steak.
Planned: Metro 14 to ORY 07:00 · Duomo / Campanile / Signoria · Uffizi 16:30 · La Beppa Fioraia + Piazzale Michelangelo sunset
Crossing the Alps on the flight from ParisPiazza della Repubblica and its carousel on arrivalFirst Italian lunch: burrata, tomatoes and a spritzPalazzo Vecchio over a crowded Piazza della SignoriaThe Fountain of NeptuneCellini's Perseus in the Loggia dei LanziPalazzo Vecchio over Piazza della Signoria, my favorite squareGiambologna's Rape of the Sabine WomenMenelaus Supporting the Body of Patroclus, in the LoggiaThe David copy and Hercules at the Palazzo Vecchio doorThe Palazzo Vecchio courtyard, gilded columns and frescoesPainted vaults in the courtyardGrotesque frescoes on the courtyard ceilingA fresco of a walled city in the courtyardA marble statue in an inner courtyard of the palazzoThe courtyard inside Palazzo VecchioPainted vaults in the Palazzo Vecchio courtyardThe Arno toward the Ponte VecchioThe Arno looking downstreamThe Ponte Vecchio reflected in the ArnoPonte Vecchio, a wider frameThe Ponte Vecchio from the Ponte Santa TrinitaThe Arno downstream from the OltrarnoBrass door knockers piled in a box in the OltrarnoPalazzo Pitti across its sloping piazzaSanta Maria Novella in the late-afternoon sunDry-aged bistecca cuts in a butcher's caseWhole sides of beef hanging in the windowDinner with Carlie and Miguel, and I got my Florentine steak after all
Mon, Sep 14
Pasta on a Tuscan farm, train to Rome
Three generations, one long table.
We met at Santa Maria Novella and rode the train half an hour into the countryside to Sant'Ellero, where we were driven out to a working farm for the pasta class. Carlie found it on Airbnb Experiences (the farm).
Our host was so funny and captivating that she was the most memorable part of the day. It all felt natural and homey. We could wander the farm freely and chat with the other guests, and the whole vibe was peaceful, relaxing and fun. We made our own pasta, and it turned out to be the best thing on the table. Everything else came from the farm too, including the olive oil and the wine from its own olives and grapes.
What I took from that day is that family isn't only about who you're related to. The warmth and energy of the whole experience were amazing. It felt like home.
Leaving felt rushed. I had to be at the station for a specific train, and it was hard to leave the family and head off on my own again. On the way to Rome I was already searching for properties in Tuscany. I'd barely scratched the surface of Florence, and I could feel how much more it had to offer. I definitely want to go back.
Planned: Bags stored at hotel · pasta making & wine tasting 10:00–16:30 · Frecciarossa ~17:30 to Rome
Piazza della Repubblica, early on pasta dayZavier on the train to Sant'ElleroSheep and a lamb grazing at the farmThe farm's vineyard rolling down toward the villageRolling pins and bowls set out for the pasta classThe long farmhouse table, before anyone sat downThe farmhouse's stone fireplaceHerbs and ingredients on a table under a brick archThe farm's stone courtyardThe farm dog asleep on the warm stoneA lane between the farm buildingsThe old stone farmhouseZavier on a toy tractor in the farm courtyardCarlie and Miguel against the farm's stone wallLooking out over the hills from the farm in Sant'ElleroThe farm's own olive oil, bread and wine set out on arrivalThe long table where the family cooked togetherOur tagliatelle, rolled and cut by handThe pasta we made, with the farm's own wine. The best dish of the dayThe farm's vineyard and the village beyondOne last look at the Duomo before the train to Rome
Where my feet took me
Ate hereVisitedPhoto spot
1. Visited · Sun, Sep 13
Piazza della Signoria
My favorite square: the statues, the history, the vibe.
Arrival: Vueling IB 5017 ORY→FLR, then Tram T2 + 500 m walk
La Dimora degli Angeli · Via dei Brunelleschi, by the Duomo · 1 night · 5/5 Great location, great room with AC, friendly staff, and bag storage worked perfectly. I'd stay again, and longer.
Playbook from this leg
Do differently Give Florence at least 2–3 nights
Worked Buy Florence tram tickets from the machine, not the "helpers"
Worked On a moving day, check out early, leave bags at the hotel, and pick them up before the train