I confess, Florence is not my favorite city in Italy. But, that aside, one may be hard-pressed to find a more interesting bridge than the Ponte Vecchio. I can’t afford the wares peddled in the jewelry shops that line the bridge and face inward, but the view on the outside is free and I love it.
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Rumor has it that even the deranged Adolph Hitler saw the significance and beauty of the bridge and refused to bomb it as he retreated from Italy. Perhaps the only decent thing that man ever did.
We’ve been to Florence many, many times and never tire of its amenities. The city will always have a special place in my heart because my oldest son was a souvenir of our last night there in 1980…Pensione Desiree on Via Fiume. When we returned to Florence in 1988 with two children we stayed at Pensione Desiree again. When I explained the circumstances to the owners, Ugo and his wife, she grabbed Tommy and gave him a big kiss. They fussed over us the entire time we were there. We went back again in 1994 and received the same great reception. Ugo and his wife have since sold the property, so we now stay in other hotels. These are the unplanned benefits and dolci ricordi (memories) of travel.