Each museum or chapel we entered had the most beautiful, intricate paintings describing long lost stories across the ceilings – none of which I could really understand since all explanations are in Italian, except for the large ‘DO NOT SIT HERE’ signs, clearly for the English. This was also the case in the old Synagogue which is located not surprisingly in a predominately Jewish part of Florence – Tregue had to wear a ‘Kippa’ when entering which I found quite amusing, though needless to say he still looked his gorgeous, charming self regardless.
