It is my last day in Florence. My flight is at noon so I savor my remaining hours.

I had saved a croissant and Nutella from the day before and the concierge of my hotel makes me a cappuccino. I sit on a folded towel in the chair on my balcony because it is a little damp from the rain and dwell on my amazing trip.

I decide to walk to the Market Centrale to get a sandwich for travel. The stalls outside are already set up.

Inside it busier than I expect but less people than when I visited at lunch on my last visit.

I say goodbye to my little room and head to the airport.