Our second day in Florence began with breakfast in our hotel. I kid you not, the music playing in the dining room was "Nessun Dorma" -- more commonly known as the opera aria that ends triumphantly "Vincero! Vincero!" It felt like something out of a cliche Italian film ... except it was real life and there were birds flying outside our open window.
When we left the museum it was raining, but we made a bee line for All'Antico Vinaio for lunch. My cousin that works in Florence recommended we try their schiacciata, a sandwich made with thin Tuscan focaccia. Looks like other people knew about this too, as the line was out the door when we arrived. Delicious through and through -- and massive size!
With our bellies full and the rain stopped, we made our way to the Duomo. We visited the Baptistery first, again recalling my art history days of studying Ghiberti's Gates of Paradise, one of the set of bronze doors for the Baptistery. Inside the Baptistery there is beautiful tile work throughout.
We then got in line for the Duomo -- the shorter line thanks to our Firenzecard! This is where we didn't know what we were actually in line for. I thought we would be entering the ground floor of the cathedral. In reality, we walked in and immediately were in route to climb the 463 steps up to the top of the dome. Whoops. We started the climb all bubbly and optimistic. That faded about 100-200 steps in... but it was a glorious view, both inside up close to the frescoes on the dome's ceiling, and then ultimately exiting at the top of the dome.
After we then came back down the 463 steps, we decided we earned gelato. That was one of my favorite flavor combos of the trip: nocciola and pistachio. It was also at that point that I realized I was far too ambitious in my planning of that day's itinerary -- I had us going to Accademia Gallery to see The David statue after that. Ha. That was a big fat no for our jelly legs. We went back to the hotel and rested for a bit before meeting up with my aunt and cousin for a tour of the Ferragamo Museum where she works. We saw the temporary exhibit "Across Art and Fashion," which combined paintings, clothing and shoes to show how fashion imitates art and vice versa.
We met up with my cousin's boyfriend and visited Ponte Vecchio and walked around the city until it was time to meet my uncle, younger cousin and their puppy, Cherie, before dinner. It was surreal to sit in Piazza della Repubblica catching up with family.
For dinner my uncle took us to Ristorante Il Latini to experience bistecca alla fiorentina, the iconic Florence steak that is only prepared rare and is only about the size of your head. This steak is not for the faint of heart! Seven of us shared three steaks, roasted potatoes and beans (Jonathan commented that it was like an Italian version of a barbecue -- all we were missing was corn on the cob :) The steak was delicious - grilled with just salt, pepper and olive oil.
Yet again, we went to bed full, exhausted and happy.
