Here we are on the edge of Florence in a hotel not 50 metres from the road I cycled along in my misguided adventure to find the youth hostel some twelve days ago.
Today we came via Arezzo sitting in the same piazza where Sally claims we brought the children ten years ago. At least that’s what she says. I couldn’t remember the place, even with its colourful banners and sloping, cobbled paving. I am pretty sure I would recall somewhere like that. Must be getting a little bit forgetful. But if you want to know where I was twelve days ago then I’m your man.
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