Last week I was in Tuscany eating good cheese, sitting in the shade of a cherry tree getting ready to head into Florence to see Michelangelo's statue of David and meet our reservation at the Uffizi gallery where I continued my search for depictions of beheadings
Oh, how I love the beheadings.
I saw more pictures of the baby jesus than you can shake a bottle of aqua frizzante at.
I ate fresh hazelnut nougat.
I saw lots of pantsless statues.
I climbed hundreds of steps to the tops of domes and towers.
I watched handsome older Italian men in crisp suits read the paper.
I shopped at the Superfresca and irritated the lady at the deli counter with my desire for olives.