I’ve talked about it perhaps too much — how every morning we were in search of a hearty breakfast and how we had good success most mornings. This last full day in Florence was no exception.
Let me show you what I mean…
Just look at the satisfaction on Trudy’s face. And just look at our plates. Perfect over-medium eggs. Toast with butter to die for. Bacon. A generous cup of coffee. All at a little table just our size sitting out on the sidewalk just a couple blocks from the where we were staying.
Yes, that was a mighty fine breakfast we had at Caffè Il Sole.