MY GUIDE TO; FLORENCE ITALY

Florence doesn’t try to impress you. It simply exists…

The mornings start with espresso at the bar, standing shoulder to shoulder with locals who make it look effortless. Afternoons drift between art and sun washed cobblestone streets, where every turn feels like a painting you accidentally walked into. And by evening? The entire city turns honey gold. You cross the Ponte Vecchio at golden hour and suddenly understand why people write poetry here.

Florence isn’t chaotic like Rome or flashy like Milan. It’s intimate. It’s curated without feeling staged. It’s long dinners, house wine that tastes like it was poured just for you, and pasta that makes you question every carb you’ve had before this moment.

You come for the Duomo and Michelangelo’s David.

You stay because something about the light feels different. Softer. Slower. Intentional. Florence is not a checklist city. It’s a linger city. A “one more glass” city. A place that quietly rearranges you while you’re busy pretending you’re just on vacation.

And when you leave? You’ll already be planning your return.