My Girl Florence: Vita Come Sempre

As I pour over my images taken in Florence, I begin to wish I were back there, swerving between slow pedestrians (specially the touristi) and small cars, mopeds, buses etc on my bicycle. I often fall in the habit (like all of us) of forgetting any negative aspects of life gone by, especially when looking through photos taken in those days at the end of summer when the light was good from dawn to dusk. Its easy to forget the mosquitos that bite you through your covers in your sleep and the short, constantly rainy days of November, but thats another story.

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.