A rainy Florence conjures up so many stories in my head. All the textures that I found in my beautiful Florence hotel room did the same. Some stories a little sad. Some incredibly upbeat and happy. Most oscillating somewhere between the two extremes. Gosh, how I love stories. All types. I love the feeling of getting lost in the shoes of others. They turn me more into the romantic that I sometimes think that I am in my head, even though I know that the romance is never as elevated as that in real life. But sometimes it’s nice to think that it can exist like that for even a little bit. Oh love and the idea of love. So unexpected. Okay, now enjoy my very, very last photos of Florence.
firenze, florence, italy, Travel