I looked over Florence at sunset from the terrace on the roof of our hotel. To the left I could see FLorence, old, charming, colorful buildings, red roofs, and couples strolling along the river hand in hand. To the right the cool breeze swept across my face. The sun set over the river that ran in front out our historical renaissance palace hotel.
The light was golden. The breeze was cool. I was in Italy.
