As my metallic skirt falls against the wooden stool, I look around the busy streets of Florence, watch the fall sun reflect off the cathedral and take another sip of my soothing red wine. A little bit of dry cheese, a drizzle of honey and a sip of the wine makes the perfect combo. Mr. N and I decided to take a little drive to Florence from the country to see some people, enjoy antipasti and walk around some stores. And no… this time I did not latch on to another chanel bag! Florence (typically) was so full, we completely decided to skip ponte vecchio and skim briefly through the sites, but rather walk around the more quite streets enjoying little stores and cute wine/ cold cut bars.