Yesterday evening after I spent a lovely night and day at the Fattoria Tabarrino with Mascia I was back in Florence. I had an appointement with my future ex husband to meet our lawyer. We decided to go together on the scooter because she is in piazza Dalmazia and it is the only way to get there.
What a harrowing experience riding as a passenger with my ex. He is a maniac at the handle bars, has to pass every car, bike, pedestrian, bus, truck or flying object. He squeezes in between parallel cars on the viali sandwiching us as they close in together. He passes on the right, the left. Traffic rules and good sense do not exist. It is a jerky start stop hair raising ride where I scream because we are on the roundabout getting almost hit by some driver. I screamed several times and know that he is not driving like he normally does because I am behind him. I think that they he could sell a ride to tourists that want a thrill. NOt my idea of fun.
Last year he was racing down Viale Petrarca a major artery of Florence traffic and the dog that was tied to the foot board of the scooter fell off at 50km an hour in the middle of the 4 lane viale with rush hour traffic. She rolled in the middle of th road with cars speeding both ways and came out with a big cut between her eyes. It was amazing that she made it alive.
Next time I think that I'll walk.
Today I am at the hair dressor that I have been going to for the last 20 years. As if there are not any hairdressors in Paris, I had to come to one in Florence.
Then I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off to get things done knowing that I will leave on Saturday with the train to go back to Paris without finishing any business because everything takes so much time to do. Documents, documents buroucracy bla bla.
I do have to get some shoes before I go though. I went to my two favorite shops and was terribly disappointed that they are proposing the same ballerini shoes that are all over Paris. Where am I going to get any shoes? Maybe at Cappelletti in Castellina in Chianti.
Tomorrow I get to see Judy Witts and then on Thursday am going to see a friend in Miniera di Murlo that produces olive oil.
