How we got to Florence
Eight years, four cities and one question asked on a terrace at sunset. Scroll to follow along.
September 18, 2027
Villa Medicea di Fiesole, Florence
Eight years, four cities and one question asked on a terrace at sunset. Scroll to follow along.
James meant to go to Pisa. Sofia pointed him to the right platform, then missed her own train. They shared a spritz instead.
Two apartments, one sofa that never fit through a door, and a lot of Sunday markets.
Five years to the day. Same square, same spritz, much better sense of direction.
On a terrace in Fiesole with the Duomo glowing below. The ring had been in James's pocket for eleven days.
And now, the part where you come too.
Reply to the invitationSaturday, September 18, 2027. Everything happens at the villa, so there is nowhere else to be.
Prosecco in the lemon house. Shuttles leave Piazza San Marco at 3:00 pm.
In the upper garden, facing the city. About 40 minutes, in English and Italian.
Golden hour over Florence, a jazz quartet and more prosecco.
A Tuscan feast in four courses, with wines from the Chianti hills.
Until the villa politely asks us to leave. Last shuttle at 1:30 am.
A 15th-century villa in the hills above Florence, with terraced gardens and the whole city laid out below.
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