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There are just so many places in Florence to choose from, and being as indecisive as I am, I had a difficult time choosing a place, and it's very likely that, between now and Wednesday, I'll have changed it multiple times.

Today Hillary and I walked along Viale Antonio Gramsci and arrived at Piazza d'Azeglio. This was the long way there, but it was nice walking along a road outside the city center. Life seemed quieter and slower.

Maybe it was because we got there in the dying hours of daylight, or maybe it was because it was pretty isolated, but Piazza d'Azeglio seemed a bit frightening despite the presence of playgrounds, children, and their parents. I'll definitely have to go back on a bright, sunny day and see how the atmosphere changes. I think being in or the near the center daily, a place always full of bustling Florentines, tourists, and students, influenced our perception of the piazza. I took a picture of Hillary looking frightened, which is a genuine reaction when we first arrived.

There was such a huge contrast in being there, and being in a more populated place like Piazza della Signoria. In the latter space, I blended in to an extent, but not in any way that I would want to blend it. Every time I'm there, I see hordes of Asian tourists. In the former, Hillary and I must have seemed out of place, but there wasn't that many people to notice our presence.