Fortunately, our trip took a turn for the better today! I got my wallet back from the man who found it. He said he was walking his dog last evening and the dog went around the corner into sort of an alley. It was there that he found it. If the dog had not turned down that street, he would not have found it.Dog karma! Good thing I have always treated them well. Joe Would not take any thank you money which I offered. He said that that’s not how his parents raised him. Quite a gentleman. The street where it was found was very close to the restaurant where we ate last night.
We had read that museums were closed on Monday, but for some reason, Merle thought that l’académie was open. We walked there, quite a walk, only to find out it was closed. So we then jumped in a taxi to go up to Fiesole which has panoramic views of all of Florence. We were delighted to discover that the archaeological ruins there (from the Romans and before )were open on Monday as well as an archaeological museum with things interesting found in the area. Absolutely fascinating! I will include a few pictures.
We had lunch at the café Teatro which Jackie had recommended but I actually didn’t remember that when we picked it. I just went because theater was in the name! We also had gelato at a place that Jackie also recommended. Gracie Jackie!
The taxi getting there was not cheap so we decided to try the bus to go back. It was another part of the adventure. And when we got back to Florence, I stopped at the police station to give them an update: my passport had been returned to me. I could not believe how long it took for them to write up that second report. But it was good that I did it.
We had a lovely dinner, not far from the hotel at trattoria lamadia and had wonderful eggplant Parmesan! Yummy!
So all is well that ends well. So relieved to have my passport back.
I’ve been to that police station!!! Don’t know if I told you this before. The second week of my year in Florence, my roomie and I were still in a hotel waiting for apartment to be ready. Both of our purses were stolen from the ends of our beds — while we slept! I remembered waking up and talking to the thief — in Italian. (Joe will tell you that I can hold complete conversations with him and still be asleep.) The guy apologized, saying that he was looking for the bathroom I told him that it wasn’t in the room, but down the hallway outside. And I went back to sleep. We discovered the theft when we woke up, and I then remembered my conversation. I had to go to that very questura/police station to report it, in depth, full story. Apparently some police beat reporter found it interesting because the next day, in La Nazione (Florentine newspaper), there was an article with the headline “Un uomo nella camera di Jackie” —A Man in Jackie’s Bedroom! I still have that article.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I’m glad that you got up to Fiesole. I always loved taking the bus up there.
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