A city is a city is a city… It seems all non-touristic parts of European cities were all designed by the same person. But then, as the taxi drove on, the slick asphalt gave way to the bumpy cobbled stones and the buildings began to look more aged. The taxi weaved through the narrow streets.
Suddenly, the view opened up and this marvelous sight came into view — the Baptistery of the Florence Cathedral. And it suddenly hit me… I’m in Florence, the city of my dreams!
