As I walk the streets of Florence, I can't help but reflect back on my first visit here so many decades ago. At that time, I was like countless others seeking to lose my innocence like a Henry Miller -- or was it James? -- heroine.
I always expect to land in Italy and find a post-apocalyptic scenario. In a way I'm glad that things seems more or less the same; on the other hand I wish I could smell a little bit more indignation in the air.