After wasting too much time in Pisa, we went on to Florence, or Firenze, as the Italians call it. Florence is a river city (as most old cities are), and it had a number of bridges running across it, but only one of the old bridges survived WW2. The lone survivor has shops and restaurants on it, all the others were replaced. As seems to be the case in Italy, the roads are mostly one way in the city. Some are saturated with tourists which makes it almost impossible to go down in a car or van, but we saw the Italians do it. Motorcycles also weaved their way through the crowd. Living in Florida, I can imagine what the locals think of the tourists.
