they did not magically dry overnight on the charmingly termed “clothes horse.”
Grimace very graciously went over to the Hard Rock Café and got me a lovely sweatshirt (with a front pocket! and a hood!).
I have felt like a jackass all day long, but it was either that or something with The Who in glitter.
Due to our Double Charlie Foxtrot, we missed our appointment at the Uffizi, but did go see the David. Looks just like the one outside the magistrate building, and the trillions of tiny ones inside all the stores.
Actually, I have seen the David before, and I was shocked to find that it wasn’t glossy, because it sure looks glossy in pictures.
We roamed around the city for awhile until we were both stumbling and came back and took naps. These Italians might be on to something; taking a rest made a huge difference in our outlooks.
For dinner, we went back to the Hard Rock. Sometimes you just need an American hamburger and to watch videos on a giant screen.
Tomorrow we head back to Rome on the lovely train with our still slightly damp clothes. We love it here, but we miss our nabe at the Pantheon.