Florence: My Love for Pistachio Cream is Reawakened and Where are All the Toilet Seats?
After our night flight from Paris to Florence, we arrived at the apartment that the five us would be staying in for the next three nights. It was great, as it was centrally located and the apartment itself was lovely with plenty of space for us all. The building however, was likely constructed during the Renaissance and I would bet that the door and its lock were originals. The key was oddly shaped and I could swear that Professor McGonagall had a similar pair attached to her robe in all the “Harry Potter” movies. After three trips with suitcases up the smallest elevator known to modern man, none of the four 60+ people could open the lock due to diminishing strength and increasing arthritis in our hands. Fortunately, our young niece was with us and was able to open the door with far less difficulty. We had a similar problem the next morning, trying to leave the apartment but again, we were saved by the youth of our niece. I am frankly now, afraid to be too far from her! The nex