Two days ago we returned to Florence for our second year, where I serve as the Fall rabbi to a small and vital Reform congregation.
Jo and I were so happy upon our return. After an initial grocery shop, with a friend and member and her daughters, we charged out to walk the city. It felt like a place we belonged. We entered stores in which we were remembered and ate dinner in a old haunt. And it was very good.
Yet, something was missing. Something so Florence that can't be bought or eaten or seen. And as it turned out, we needed to be surprised.
Today, we went to the indoor market of Sant'Ambrogio for some fresh pasta, cheese, bread, bread soup, pesto and salted anchovies. Such a beautiful day, sunny and mid-70's. As we left the indoor market to buy bananas outside a now black sky began to seriously give up its rain. This was the missing something. It rains not all day, but almost every day in Florence.
We waited the required ten minutes in the market, while telling the many street vendors that we did not need an umbrella. Then puddle hopping we returned home. Next time we go anywhere we will remember our umbrellas.
The picture captures the returning blue sky and the tail end of the rain. So good to be here.
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