Here are some photos from those days.
I love an old school motorcycle like this, even if its not that nice.
And love it even more if it is that nice.
But that's the thing I found about Florence; one minute you're wearing fancy Channel boots riding on a B.A. motorcycle...
or awesomely classic Vespa...
(the word vespa actually means wasp in italian, and once you're in Italy for a while it becomes very obvious why)
and the next moment you're left with the pitiful remains of your transportation and have to run in your ever-so-chic clothes to make it to your destination on time. I know life has it's ups and downs for everybody everywhere, but it seemed more intense to me in Italy.
I don't really know how I'd fit these photos of a really wonderful store display with chrome animal skulls into a post
so I thought I'd put 'em in the end of this one.