In our train ride from Venice to Florence, I believe there were more loud Americans than I’ve seen in 5 months, and that includes the one I was home at Christmas for. We decided not to stop in Bologna, and instead get to Florence early. We were happy with the decision, as we instantly decided we loved Florence. We had lunch after checking in at the hostel. It was the best meal we’ve had so far. Jessie got some sort of pasta, while I got a steak. We both loved it, but I saw her enviously looking at my meat a few times. We walked to the Duomo, an awe-inspiring church with the Gates of Paradise at the Baptistry in front. I think they’re duplicates, as my art teacher said the originals have been being refurbished
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