Old haunts in Florence

Years ago, I used to stay at the nonna's apartment in Florence, quite near the San Lorenzo markets.

I spent a week there on my first ever trip to Italy, and Nonna bought me a cream leather jacket from the market. Oh, such things bliss were made of...

Then, just a year later, we arrived at the apartment on New Year's Eve, sadly, without Nonna. We stayed for three weeks that time. The apartment was sold, and I haven't been back to the street since, though I've always wanted to go back and revisit it. Well, when your sixteen year old asks you to take him to Italy to look up the family roots, his wish was my command.