Alluvione

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.  From Bologna, Stephanie headed back to Venice to fly home to Chicago.  I took the train to Florence where I had booked hotel for a week with a river view.  The train station in Florence was eerily quiet when I arrived with no taxis to be found.  Eventually, came along and I was told that –as in Venice–there had been historic flooding and the Arno River was triple it’s normal height!  My hotel, the Hotel Mulino di Firenze, had been closed by the city for safety reasons!I was relocated to a “comparable” hotel on higher ground.  I didn’t get my river view, but I did get a nice little private garden.