A morning at Sant'Ambrogio
It opens at seven, the cappuccino at the bar inside is the best in this part of the city, and by ten the women buying cheese will know your face.
Markets, the trattorie that still cook the way they used to, the corners of the city that empty out at golden hour. Written by us, kept honest.
It opens at seven, the cappuccino at the bar inside is the best in this part of the city, and by ten the women buying cheese will know your face.
No menus in five languages, no English-speaking maître d'. Just hand-written daily lists and the kind of cooking your Florentine grandmother would approve of.
Five corners of the city — three gardens, a cloister, and a café — where you can sit for two hours with a paperback and a glass of wine without anyone hurrying you along.
Most people skip it because they hear it is hot and crowded. They are half right. Here is when to go (early), where to walk (uphill, then left).
From Ponte Santa Trinita to the Piazza del Carmine, with stops at three workshops, two bakeries, and one church most travellers walk past.
The light, the truffles, the empty churches, the cost of a stay. Why our favourite month to be in the city is the one most travellers skip.
The new stories from the guide, the season we are in, the small things happening at the four properties.