I learned last night that 500 years ago the hostel served as a women’s prison. A 7:45 am departure put me second in line for the Uffizi Museum opening at 8:15 am (with a fair amount of crowd speculation as to whether we were all in the right place!). I wandered there almost three hours. Quite approachable, with most displays in English as well as Italian.
I next learned the city has closed the main fortress for a concert, and later learned the other fortress serves as an art museum. Poor thing.
Many museums and churches, and frescoes galore, but the city itself is drab. And lines. Of tourists. For everything. Florence serves as a core tourist destination. Given the numbers, every attraction costs twice what it’s worth (except Uffizi, priced about right). And still a wait of thirty minutes to an hour for attractions, with tourist season barely started. Touristy enough that mimes infest the city. I also watched a scary clown wander back and forth tormenting tourists for the amusement of onlookers.
Never made it to the train station; that will either work out in the morning, or I’ll just cycle back across the mountains. I’d rather not though; I took what I think was the best route here, and I’m good with that.
While peering at my map, another guest mentioned he’s thinking about trying cycling – around Italy. We had a good talk, and along the way I learned he’s from Ferrara, my planned destination tomorrow, so I have a list of suggestions from him.
Tonight I made reservations for the last two days.
I still notice green doors everywhere. Thanks Bev.