Florence

Brief thoughts:
1) Michaelangelo's David is really really impressive. Alone this was worth the trip.
2) Italians really know how to cook steak, up there with the French. I never realised this before. Unlike the British, they aren't paranoid about Mad Cow so my roast beef at the central market was marinated in oil and rosemary and then lightly seared around the edges.
3) Fillet ala florentine is a kilo hunk of beef, minimum. I was yelled at for chewing the bone - photo to come shortly. Apparently I was only meant to pose with the bone, not actually gnaw on it.
3) You can get a martini with 42 Below vodka in Florence. It was everything a martini should be - ice cold and lethal, extremely large, and from New Zealand. When I got excited about the origin of the vodka, the bartender poured shots for me, him, the other bartender, and one of the regulars at the bar.
4) Coffee in Italy is consistently good, no matter where you get it. However, we didn't quite stumble over anywhere at the level of Dose or Flat Cap. Mind you, it took Marie and I a while to find excellent coffee in London, so accidentally finding it in a weekend in Florence was always going to be unlikely.