Margot,
You find these idiotic, mindlessly louche postcards all over Florence, usually with Michelangelo's David's equipment, shall we say, featured prominently--thought you'd enjoy one. Also in abundance are tee shirts with English words flung together in a kind of word salad: St. Fireman's Bronx and the like. I'll bring you one of those too as a souvenir.
Florence is hot as hell and crammed with tourists. We had to wait three hours at the Uffizi--a nightmare. Patricia held up admirably through it all, and afterwards dragged me all the way across the Arno to the Brancacci Chapel to look at a Massaccio fresco she was determined to see: the Expulsion from the Garden. What can one do but humor her, do what she wishes, stay by her side as long as one can, while one can.
Think of you every day--
Dan
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