Grimace and I are booked to stay in a minor palace in Rome.
In Florence we’re staying in the de Medici palace.
Let me repeat that.
In Florence we’re staying in the de Medici palace.
I know, right?
One of the requirements for our Florence apartment was that it have a washer, because we’re taking very few clothes with us, and Florence is smack in the middle of our trip.
Yes, we’re very excited. No, we’re not wearing crowns.
The apartment is literally around the corner from the Duomo and the Baptistry.
We’re taking the train from Rome to Florence, which should be an adventure, but not nearly as much of an adventure as driving in Italy is. I’ve driven in Italy before; having survived that, not much scares me anymore.
Just like a Slattery 
All I can think of to say is “shut up, really?!”
If I’m lying I’m dying. I set it up with – I am not making this up – Lorenzo.
I don’t know about you, but i DO intend on wearing a crown. Something low-slung and tasteful.
I’m going to wear ermine underwear.
S., you can use my tiara. Perhaps you should take it just in case you need more than ermine underpants.
Well, I’m going to wear them outside my clothes.