Last year, I was too disoriented to notice the signs of Ferie, Italy's obligatory two-week August vacation: Empty parking spots on Ponte Vespucci. Handwritten signs appearing in successive waves in restaurant and shop windows ("Chiuso per ferie, 1 Agosto - 22 Agosto"--See you in a month, essentially.) Bad service. No one but tourists on the streets.
This weekend, it will get worse as the rest of the Florentines who haven't gone to the country/beach/mountains for Feragosto Aug. 15 leave town in a mass exodus.
I only knew it as "the time without broccoli." I searched endlessly through Mercato Centrale and the boutique grocery stores that cater to hotels for the only green thing Jack will eat.
This year, it's all good: I found the frozen vegetable mix at Esselunga. And then, there are the sunflowers (not my photo, credit: paradoxplace)....Really, they look like this.
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