A vehicular interlude.
Spiffed-up deux cheveaux.
I don't know what you call these teeny things. About like a three-wheeled scooter, but with shelter from the rain......
(Note light reflected in window -- I'm noticing so many of these same lights in my pics -- this must have been a civic project, to put these lights in a lot of places.)
Park these little guys almost anywhere.....
Seriously embellished building.
But what's the crest?
Oh man. You're kidding. Of all the things Burkina Faso needs, a diplomatic presence in Florence has to be (way WAY) off the bottom of the list! According to Wikipedia, "As of 2010, [President] Compaoré is entering his 23rd year in power. He 'has become immensely wealthy,' while Burkina Faso ranks as the third least developed country in the world."
Nice. NOT.
Sheesh.
Apparently Burkina Faso shares this building with an antiques dealer.
I'm not sure what these hoofed guys are doing, but it looks like it has something to do with the smoke rising from those urns.....
Smoke, and ... mirrors?
Perhaps it's better not to know.
Much newer black-and-white painting, on the other side of the street. I wonder if the same person did the painting and the drawn black (sharpie?) lines..... This guy seems almost wholesome, in comparison to what's on the other side of the street. Inside and outside!
Back to the river.
Looking at the east side of the Ponte Vecchio. (That tower is the Palazzo Vecchio.)
Big pots, with azaleas.
We have stumbled across the Florentine version of the Champs Elysées. The really ritzy stores. One of my daughter's best friends is named Celine -- she is a classy person -- if she were to sell goods, she might well do so right here.
Fake flowers in a store window.
I didn't think to check the prices for this stuff. Probably just as well. Spending huge money on clothes for little kids, who, if they are allowed to be little kids, will trash clothes in a minute, and who will, regardless, outgrow them in a flash..... I can't understand it.
Blue suede shoes.
Can you see the little words at the top of the image? Handmade shoes.........
Infrastructure repairs, in the ritzy part of town. Reflection in water -- serenity above, chaos below.....
I may have yogurt containers made of sturdier stuff than that broken pipe....
Speaking of things I will never understand......................... 2000 euro for the tunic, and 950 for the pants. Almost 3000 euro for one outfit? When there are children starving in Africa? Why? (I think posting prices in the window must be a requirement. It's hard to imagine they would, otherwise.)
It's hard to see the 2000 euro tunique because of the reflections, but that must be the 2000 euro orologio on her wrist.......
1500 euro for a belt? You've gotta be kidding. Is all that metal sterling silver? (And if so, why?)
1570 for a bag? Oy.
I don't know how much these were, and I'd probably rather not. I took this pic because of the golf clubs............
Ok, we must have left the area of hoity-toity shops. This is more my speed. This is about how much I pay for my shoes..........
Azaleas.
We are almost back to our apartment.
This may be the only time we went in and out of our building when the hair salon was open. I figured some sort of shop was behind the big wooden doors, but didn't know what.
That's our building door, with the white piece of paper taped to it.
Standing in the same place, turning 180 -- there's the Duomo, behind the central market building. This really is a fabulous location. I think those awnings with the red things on them, above the parked cars at the left, is ZaZa.
In order to facilitate chronological traversal of these posts, here is a link to the next post.
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