Although they're both European countries closer than Ontario is big, the differences are wider that that of the Grand Canyon! France, (ie. Paris) is a a completely different feel that Florence, and no one can quite put they're finger on it - but some can say they now feel 'at home'.
We meet our Italian guide, Roberto, while no Vincent, is a wealth of knowledge - on EVERYTHING! You ask, he's there with the answer.
We walk around looking for the infamous buildings until we come out of one side street and see it in all it's amazingess!:
Just like this performer we found in front of Dante Alighieri's house. Dressed as Dante's Inferno character Virgil, this man can recite any passage, from any canto, from any book of the ENTIRE Davine Comedy - from memory. We even got a video recording the evidence! Stunning!
Finishing our tour near the Duomo, we bit farewell for our Robert and we decide the kids have been good and need a little berak, so we give them some time to wonder the city on their own. This has turned out so well, they even seemed to have actually enjoyed it!
We all meet up in the the hotel. That night, after we realize a lot of the kids have more energy they know what to do with, we take them to a student disco around town.
Me however, I'm just happy to have said that I got a picture of myself on Ponte Vecchio.


