Saturday 21 October 2023 – London.
Our last day in Florence and our last day in Italy, for this trip at least. I'm very keen on coming back as this has been a fantastic break and I've loved exploring Pisa and Florence. In some ways it was good we awoke to the forecasted heavy rain. I suspect if it had been gloriously sunny leaving would have been so much harder.
With a downpour going on outside and an evening flight back to London we took the morning slow; a lie in, followed by a big slow breakfast in the hotel, before checking out as close to tossing out time as possible. Departing the hotel fortunately coincided with a break in the rain. I loved the hotel, it was comfy and stylish and served lovely wine at a very nice price and the staff were lovely, I can see why Clive Myrie stayed here when filming in Florence. We chose to walk to the station as it was only 20 minutes away and we didn't want a repeat of the bus related drama we had when we arrived. We made it to the station in time to get coffee and and a short wait for a train back to Pisa.
We had some loose good weather plans for the day, but they were immediately scrapped when we arrived in Pisa as it was absolutely hammering down, possibly the heaviest rain I've experienced in years. We had chosen to come back to Pisa earlier than needed as there is a left luggage office at the station, what we weren't expecting was a 30 minute queue, luckily with seven rainy hours to kill we weren't in any rush.
As we'd been here a few days ago we knew there was a burger restaurant opposite the Keith Haring mural and they were only 100 yards or so from the station, we waited for the worst of the downpour to stop and made a dash though the washed out food and wine festival and got inside before the rain came again.
We managed to draw out eating, what was a very nice burger, and drinking a glass of wine long enough for the heavy clouds to pass and some clear sky to appear. We were a bit damp, but so were most of the other customers who had also made a wet dash to the front door.
We walked across the River Arno and into the old town and walked around listlessly for while. We're not good with killing time when we now there is a flight or an important train journey coming up; though there weren't earlier flights with BA to book so it was what it was.
The rain appeared again, not so heavily this time, but we had had enough by then, so we crossed back across the river and walked up the main shopping street. This time I found a shop that sold corduroy trousers I liked, that actually fitted and weren't way outside my budget. I bought a pair (and unlike some other holiday purchases I still like them now, almost two months later).
After killing a bit more time over a glass of wine in a small bar we collected our bags from left luggage and caught the tram to the airport. We were mega early, but once checked in settled for a couple of large slabs of pizza and more wine in the extremely over-crowded departure lounge. I was fortunate to spot a couple leaving one of the bar tables and manage to grab it before anyone else, so we actually had somewhere to sit, though stupidly I left my coat on the seat when we left to get on the plane. It did give me an excuse to buy a new one a few weeks later.
It was an absolutely lovely holiday. I know I always say this and I always fall in love with every town we stay in, but Florence is something special. If only I could do this all the time!
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