You can’t possibly visit one Italian city and then believe that you have seen it all. Because frankly you have seen nothing.
Each city has its own unique character and spirit, and deserves to be visited and explored.
My favorite city is Naples. She is the dark, but golden, heart of Italy, seducing you into the murky world of lust, corruption, and unrestricted pleasure. She may take all your money (which literally she did in my case – I have never in my life spent so much money in one day), but you won’t care because you will enjoy every second of her. Within her you will find it all – art, beauty, good food, love, politics, corruption, greed. Everything. If you let her she will give you a taste of the real deal – and show you life as raw and magnificent as it can possibly get.
Yesterday I had the chance to visit Florence. The greatest artists of mankind lived within her walls and she will steal your breath away when revealing the treasures of art that are stored within her.
Though I was a bit disappointed by the high amount of tourists visiting the city (I felt that there were more tourists than Italians), however when we crossed the bridge of Ponte Vecchio and walked past Palazzo Pitti, we felt a difference in the atmosphere. There we found streets full of small and unique artisan shops, and very charming tea rooms worth a visit.
Florence reminds me of Miss Perfect. She is clever, witty, beautiful, popular and rich. And she knows it.. which might be her only and most fatal flaw (if she has any).