I spent a lovely dusky evening walking through the neighborhood of botteghe, or artisan’s shops in Florence a few weeks ago with my lovely friend Suzanne, who lives, with her Tuscan husband, near Florence. It feels like months ago, now in the coldest, grey days of New York.
The artisans were at work, the antiques shops were open, but the sidewalks were quiet, in that moment of the day when people are coming home from work and settling into their homes. Each little, glowing space had a life of it’s own.
