Tourists

We are back home. For some reason remembering holidays is almost as sweet.

Seems a bit sad to eat pizza out of a box outside the Bargello.

Quite a lot of women with orange hair.

What a very large trumpet....

 It's lucky the Loggia has a nice wide stone ledge to rest weary rumps on.

There seem to be fewer pigeons than there used to be, but quite a few have alighted on the statues.

 Oh, oh, oh!

The same shot that several gazillion other tourists were taking at the

same time as me. But you can see why we were entranced.

Stormy day. The little black specks in the sky are birds.

Time to pack my suitcase and get on the train and then the airplane

then the train then the subway.

Then home.