MÖLNE

When I think of Florence I think of golden yellow and burnt orange colored row houses, lining cobblestone streets that are shared by old fashioned bikes and sleek Mercedes-Benzes. A city that is big enough to lose oneself among the miniature jewelry shops that shape the enchanting Ponte Vecchio and the collection of lustrous stores found on Via Tornabuoni. Yet it’s small enough to unexpectedly encounter a friend during an evening passeggiata. This is the place where medieval meets modern in a picturesque backdrop that over the ages has called artists, poets and great thinkers from all over the world to settle and cultivate new ideas. Nestled close to the hills of Chianti, it is the beneficiary of the favorable fruits, wines and oils that are native to this region. It has a pulse all of its own, that flows from the vibrant outdoor San Lorenzo Market, the thriving nightlife of Piazza Santa Croce and the alternative scene of Piazza Santo Spirito. When I think of Florence, I think of beauty, creativity… when I think of Florence I think of life.