All the shop windows, whether the designer stores or little boutiques have embraced the World Cycling championships. Ferragamo had a beautiful golden bike in the window. Other shops had new or older racing bikes in their windows. There were some interesting photos of Gino Bartoli, a three-time winner of the Giro d'Italia before World War II. One shop even had one of his old cotton cycling shirts.
We walked around searching for the perfect place from which to watch the race, finally settling on a bend, where we were sure the women would be forced to slow down. This section of the barricades were manned by two very stylish forestry police. We knew the racers were on their way when we heard the helicopters. Then several groups of motorcycle police whizzed by followed by some red official race cars, then more motorbikes. A cry went up and then the cyclists were there and gone. Amazingly, they did not slow down for the curve but went by at great speed. They were followed by the support cars from each country, the ambulances; it was over in the blink of an eye.
Many of the restaurants have very similar menus with lots of meat and of course loads of pasta. Although the food is really good, there is a limit to how much pasta I can eat. Tonight we were happy to find a restaurant, up a little side street, where we enjoyed a delicious salad topped with thin slices of smoked goose. Delicious.
Walking by the river on the way back to the hotel, we stopped to admire the Ponte Vecchio, which cast a perfect reflection in the Arno. A perfect ending to a busy day.