I come to Florence every year in search of magic. There is so much of it in every direction I look— the centuries of art, the creations of the Medici, the architecture, the sounds of the bell towers, the smell of coffee, truffles and the taste of finocchiona, the excited buongiorno echoing from all sides in the morning. But the real magic for me is the one you run into behind the green shutters and wood-carved doors, in shops, homes and studios where you find people full of stories and lives as rich as the frescoes outside. Read More>>