Florence

They say that when you throw a penny into the Trevi fountain, you'll return to Rome. Well in our case, that wish couldn't have come true sooner... we suddenly remembered that we'd forgotten our camera memory card in one of the computers at the youth hostel in Rome. So no sooner had we arrived and Dave was on the next train back to Rome.

With no time to spare, I checked into the hotel and headed for the Galleria Dell'Accademia to catch a glimpse of the most famous sculpture in the world... Michaelangelo's 'David' in all his glory! The queue was another tester, but well worth the wait - it was more spectacular that imagined, but 'no photos' please. When Dave got back, we headed out together to marvel at the red, green and white marble Duomo, the Ponte Vecchio (the only bridge not to be destroyed during WWII), the square surrounding the Uggizi gallery with the life-like replicas of David and various other famous sculptures. Strolling through the streets on the way home we were able to snap away at the sunset and the fairytale city of lights before picking up a folded pizza (with all the goodness on the inside).

We awoke to dripping gutters and grey skies, but still determined to look inside the Duomo. The humidity made the climb up to the Michaelangelo square more difficult and with the rain clouds rolling in we scoffed down our lunch before scurrying to find shelter. It was a cool afternoon as we browsed through the pasta shops until it was time to catch the overnighter to Nice.