July 23, 2010 by jessperriam
A little smile crept onto my face as the SNCF train from Ventimiglia crossed over the French border.
It feels good to speak a language I know, drink red wine, dip my toes into the Mediterranean and let the sea breeze take away all the tension from my nightmare 24 Florentine hours.
Florence is great for photos, but not much more in summer.
But more on the epic Florence experience tommorow…