The air was thick with cicadas and woodsmoke and a strange apricoty smell that we couldn't place.
There seemed to be a strange enchantment upon us as we walked through the streets, meeting only tiny yellow patterned skinks and once a small slow-moving grass-snake.
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We stayed quite far away from the centre of town, over near the Boboli gardens.
It was nice, getting lost along the Arno, exploring strange streets and allyways. Stumbling upon unexpected outdoor theatres and finding ourselves further off the map than we expected.
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