We have arrived at our lovely Florence apartment.
We were up at 4.30 for the short hop to the aiport. 'It'll be OK' said WH, ever the optimist, 'the airport will be quiet'. We entered the seventh ring of he'll. Masses of people trying to get through just four security gates. Officious pumped up a***holes directing the masses, throwing their weight around. People pushing and shoving.
After that the flight was easy and it was a delight to rise above the clouds and find the sun.
A coach from Pisa to Florence and a mad dash through crowded streets to meet the owner of the apartment, the delightful and knowledgeable Ferdinando. The accommodation is everything we could hope for, cool and light and airy.
WH is asleep on the sofa and I have been sitting on the tiny terrace. Someone is playing classical music somewhere and I can hear someone chattering away in their native tongue. Later we will venture out to walk along the Arno and get a first proper taste of Florence.