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Just got back from Florence and yep—she still slaps. But I gotta say it… All’Antico Vinaio has sorta become the Subway of schiacciata sandwiches. Good? Sure. Worth the mob scene and influencer frenzy? Debatable. You could toss a ciabatta in any direction and hit a better spot with half the wait and twice the soul. But that's me. The wine windows, I have to admit, even if Instagram crowded, still have a certain charm.

That said, nothing quite compares to Florence when the sun dips and the crowds fade. Standing in Piazza della Signoria at night, with the stone still warm under your feet, is something else. Knowing you’re in the exact spot where Jacopo de’ Pazzi dangled, where Medici dukes played PR games from balconies, where Michelangelo probably stood brooding and brilliant—it’s humbling in the best way. LED floodlights and all.

Florence isn’t just beautiful—it’s aware of its own legend. And somehow, that makes it even more intoxicating. I can't wait to go back.

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