I can pin point the exact moment my obsession with Florence began. I was sat in my A Level English Literature class reading A Room With A View. The fight scene at the Neptune Fountain was being discussed, and Florence felt so vibrant, so real to me that I could quite literally place myself in the scene.
I could feel it and I could taste it and I wanted in so badly.
That it took me 16 years to get there is by the by. My Mum and I had promised each other that we’d visit it together and it took that long for us to get our act together. I avoided Italian holidays for 16 long years because I’d promised myself that Florence would be my first destination in Italy and when the day finally I came, I couldn’t contain my excitement.
But did Florence stack up to the dream I’d created for myself? (Spoiler: it did).