Florence: For Your Viewing Pleasure

The Arno River from the Ponte Vecchio.

Me, spontaneously getting a bad case of scoliosis, or about to break into "Thriller" outside the Uffizi.
The produce here would make the Jolly Green Giant weep.

Here you can see why driving in this city will make you crack up or break up, depending on if you're with your boyfriend.

The Duomo, taken from department store terrace. (You have to come to this city.)

Chow, Bella / Confessions

I love Italy, but it's making me eat in quantities I wouldn't normally allow myself to consume (unless it's finals week).

Also, I have to make a confession -- two actually.

1. When I was on the boat in Cannes, the chef spiked my mushroom sauce with bacon one night, and I've been unabashedly eating pig ever since. It's hard not to in Italy.

2. Although I claimed that I wouldn't be trying a Neti pot in a previous post, I have to admit that I did, in fact, try it shortly after posting that creepy video. And now that I'm sick (again! Damn you, Heathrow Airport!), I will probably buy the first Neti pot I come across. Does anyone know how to ask for one in French?

That's all for now. Pictures are coming.