F is for Florence

I’ve had to dig way back for F, and for the first time scan in photographs from the pre-digital era. We visited Florence in December 1992, the only time we have ever spent Christmas abroad. It was lovely – the city was decorated, but in a tasteful, understated way rather than the rather vulgar tat you get in the UK. On Christmas Day, we just walked into a restaurant, which was open as usual, and had a pizza – no booking in advance and paying inflated prices. You could also walk into museums without queuing – unheard of in the summer. Maybe it’s changed in the last two decades – some day I’ll have to try another Italian Christmas to find out.

I feel terribly nostalgic looking at our slimmer, more youthful selves. I remember that tartan coat really well – I loved it. It was bought in a second-hand shop and I then spent the same amount (£5 or £10, I can’t remember) having the torn lining replaced. Sheer elegance, I’m sure you’ll agree!


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