So Joi got here yesterday and we did much wandering and went to many lovely places, including a garden wine bar looking out over medieval gates and a very charming trattoria where wine was served out of little painted pitchers. Here we are looking extremely badass in front of the Arno in an effort to ward off purse snatchers and evil generally:



We ended up having wine and French martinis in this gorgeous lobby bar of this fancy fancy hotel around the corner. It was all lush and palatial and decadent and gilded and from now on I would like all my cocktails to come with such extravagant, berry-laden garnishes.






The end.