What if I was to tell you that there is a world-class museum where admission is free and you can eat as much gelato as you can handle while admiring Renaissance-era statues and architecture?
A museum where you won’t be shushed and you can snack while touring. (Photo courtesy of danielito on morguefile)
If that piques your interest, you need to get yourself to one of the best outdoor museums in Europe: the city of Florence.
Having survived an imaginary crisis in Jordan hours earlier, I arrived in Milan in a less than ideal frame of mind. But this was Italy, and no one can be unhappy in Italy. It is too lovely and too delicious to have any room for unhappiness. I am convinced that the sunlight there has some sort of magical powers to melt away bad moods. And if that doesn’t do the trick, the handmade pastas and stracciatella gelato go a long way in restoring your sanity.
I fully acknowledge that I was not in a rational state of mind when the following occurred, and my sensible, well-rested self might have interpreted and handled this whole situation far better.
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