Italy. Need we say more?
Ciara Rickard discovers beauty in the imperfections of Florence and Verona.
FLORENCE As I stand on the Ponte Vecchio, Florence’s famous bridge, I can almost feel the history under my feet. But I can also feel the rain pelting down on my head, so I dive under an awning— the 700-year-old bridge is one of only four left in the world that are lined with shops—and snap some pictures of the umbrella-topped visitors enjoying the scene. That’s the thing about this enchanting city: Even though it has been pouring non-stop since I arrived here two days ago, drowning out sightseeing, shopping and truffle hunting, I—and my fellow bridge admirers—still want to be outside.
Florence is full of obvious historic architectural and design wonders. But, if you pay attention, there are countless subtler details from centuries past: Look up in a market and you might see a frescoed 18th-century ceiling; look down and you might find you’re walking on a mosaic floor that still looks beautiful after weathering two or three centuries of foot traffic. Even if the weather isn’t co-operating, here’s how to craft a perfect day in Florence. MORNING Start at Mercato Centrale: two large floors of fresh local food. Downstairs is the market, with stall after stall of brightly coloured fruit and veg, pasta, olive oils and vinegars, and upstairs is the prepared food: pastas, panini, salads, cheese and gelato. I want to eat everything, but I limit my purchases to two tiny jars of truffle honey. (A month later, my family and I tuck into the honey, along with some cheese and bread and a glass of bubbly, and it tastes just as you’d imagine: that floral sweetness laced with a savoury earthiness. Amazing.) h
Next, take in Piazza della Signoria, a buzzing square in the heart of historic Florence. Michelangelo’s David stood here for 369 years until it was moved inside the Accademia Gallery to protect it from damage; a replica now stands in the same spot. (The committee who originally decided where David would stand in 1504 included Leonardo da Vinci and Sandro Botticelli. Quite the crowd.) AFTERNOON With centuries-old apothecary jars and tools lining its walls, the Pharmacy of Santa Maria Novella is required viewing. (Even the locals will tell you that.) Started by monks in the 13th century, it is the oldest pharmacy in the world and still produces many of the elixirs and perfumes that made it the official pharmacy to the Medicis in the 16th century.
Next, head to shoe mecca Aquazzura, just a short walk from the Ponte Vecchio, to pick up the ultimate Florentine souvenir. The shoe brand’s only store is actually in a 15th-century palace that was purchased in the 18th century by the Corsinis, a powerful family in Florence at the time. The marriage of original details (frescoed ceiling and gilded doors) with modern updates (plush sofas and sculptural light fixtures) makes the space as beautiful as the shoes on display.
And then there’s the Duomo. Even if you have seen dozens of cathedrals around Europe, this one will take your breath away, mainly because of its pink, white and green marble facade and large red dome, which can be seen from almost any vantage point in the city. It shares Piazza del Duomo with the Baptistery, which is smaller but also impressive—its gilded-bronze doors were dubbed “the gates of paradise” by Michelangelo. EVENING There’s no written menu at Cibrèo in Florence’s historic centre— the manager simply pulls up a chair and tells you what’s cooking. You won’t h
get pasta here, but the authentic Tuscan cuisine—from polenta to meatballs to potato and ricotta soufflé—are musttries. And the raspberry tart was so good, we ordered a second round. DAY TRIP Tuscany is known for truffles—that pungent, almost garlicky tuber that you either love or hate. I love them. About a 15-minute drive to a hilly verdant area overlooking the city The Tuscan countryside, ripe for truffle hunting (far left); Edda, the truffle-hunting wonder dog is a truffle academy run by “Giulio the Truffle Hunter.” With his faithful dog, Edda, who is trained to sniff them out, he takes guests truffle hunting. He shows me a specimen the size of my fist—weighing in at 220 grams, it’s one of Edda’s biggest finds and will fetch around $500. But when we drive up to the nearby forest, the sound of the heavy and unrelenting rain on the roof of the car has poor Edda shaking with fear. We don’t have the heart to make her get out and work, so we return to the academy for lunch: truffle bruschetta, truffle and bean soup, truffle omelette and truffle ice cream. Not a bad consolation prize.
The stunning view of Florence from the terrace
at the Il Salviatino hotel
The Arno river and the Ponte Vecchio; the beautiful Aquazzura store and some of its wares (below and below left)
A bird’s-eye view of Florence and the Duomo
TAKE A DAY TRIP “Forte dei Marmi used to be the Hamptons of Tuscany. It’s an hour from Florence, and it’s where all the wealthy Tuscans
have their summer homes. You have all the ’50s and ’60s beach clubs, pastel colours and beautiful little cabanas.”
PURCHASE FLATS “Unfortunately, the streets are very old in Italy and there are a lot of stones, so I wouldn’t advise wearing heels if you’re running around.” Leather “Belgravia” flats, Aquazzura ($880, at NET-A-PORTER.com)