Because I found my expensive camera and decided to use it for once in my spoiled life.
Francesco trying to run away from me and Zola.
Even 5 minutes of sunshine means trashing your umbrella for the day.
My old neighborhood.
Zola’s point of view.
Ciao amico!
Working in Italy.
Double parking because Italy.
Carnevale ruins.
Style.
Robot chicken!
In Florentine dialect, this translates to Vagina Piazza. Awesome.
More rain.
Zola’s pawprints.
View from my living room.
The Florence Diaries 
beautiful!
Great photos, great eye for composition.