We woke to the sound of bagpipes and discovered a group of campers eating breakfast outside the café and clapping along to a guy playing a single bagpipe and his mate banging a bongo. The growing crowd were clapping along and very soon a few were hauled up to dance. Very impressive and highly unexpected at nine in the morning!We met up with Mum and Jon at the Hotel in Florence around lunchtime after putting Bee to bed in the safety of the hotel’s underground car park. As expected, we drank our way through the afternoon catching up on gossip and goings on, before venturing into town for a meal.
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