A farewell to the street we've called home for seven weeks
Ciao Via Ricasoli!
Goodbye to the ever-noisy, yet ever-lively street we called home for six weeks.
You are the road where tour groups move from The Academy to the Duomo like herds of lazy elephants moving from one watering hole to another.
You are the road where friendships and acquaintances were made
Where Canadians proclaimed their national pride at 2 in the morning, handcuffed and keyless
You are the street where Caffe Oliandolo sits
The caffe where we drank so many cappuccinos and Café Americanos.
The caffe where we gave Willa her first birthday cake
The street where our apartment sits
The apartment with its cracked walls
The apartment with the fresco on the ceiling
The apartment where we prepared for the day
The apartment where we recovered from the day
The apartment where Willa turned one
Where Willa got her first cold
Where Willa took her first step
The apartment where we played
The apartment where we napped
Arrivederci Via Ricasoli
One day we will come back to visit you, and I’ll point to the caffe, the shops, the apartment, and I will tell Willa this is where…