Colpo d’aria

In Florence, it’s pretty customary to get hit with air when the seasons change.  Don’t talk to me about viruses and bacteria.  After a decade of getting hit with air when the wind shifts slightly, I can attest under oath to the fact that the Italian phenomenon il colpo d’aria is real.  Before I opened my …

Ida and Ikea

Most people come to Florence and head to the Duomo.  I arrive and make a beeline to IKEA for Scandinavian bits and bobs. To its credit, IKEA boldly predates our current Hygee-mania.  In front of the once grand Stazione Leopolda, I watched the tramvia shoot by.  My jet lag made it purely hypnotic. The tram …