For the first time since the start of the pandemic, Rachel Brask will have a solo gallery show September-October 2020 at Heartspot Art Center & Gallery with an exhibit of oil paintings titled, “Weathering the Storm.” In this exhibit of paintings created before the pandemic, and some created during quarantine, Rachel’s artwork is reframed within the context of what does it mean to weather the storm
“Weathering the Storm” is a solo show featuring the works of artist Rachel Brask. Prior to this (before the age of COVID), Rachel had recently had showings in Italy to add to her artistic resume.
Join us for our first gallery show at Heartspot Art Center & Gallery with a public opening reception on Friday night, September 25th from 6-9 PM. Gallery is located at 1970 Pawtucket Ave, East Providence, RI. Exhibit is up September 5-October 9, 2020 during gallery hours or by appointment.
On this current show, Brask states, “While many see rainy days as sad and gloomy, I see something different during storms. I see how sheets of pouring raindrops cause distortion of the scene beyond, blending colors and shapes together to drip down windowpanes in constant motion. Colors seem a little clearer during rain, and the storm can sometimes interrupt our day, much like how COVID-19 has put our lives on pause. But in these frozen moments, what are you grateful for? What small instances of hope or joy do you embrace, even if your prior expectations were wiped out by the rain, or by the virus? How has the storm changed you?”
The Gallery Opening Reception will follow the following C19 protocols:
- No more than 15 people will be allowed in the space at one time.
- Patrons must be masked, have their temp taken, and wash/sanitize their hands prior to viewing the exhibition.
- Unless standing with members of your household/small circle, we ask you respect social distancing guidelines with others inside of the space.
- If you are experiencing any unusual symptoms including fever or a cough, have traveled outside of the country in the two weeks leading up to the reception, or have been in close contact with a person(s) who have tested COVID positive within a week of the event, please do not attend to keep the artist, staff and other patrons safe.
Some prepackaged food will be on hand, and wine will be served. Beverages and food can be consumed either outside the gallery, or while maintaining a distance of at least 6ft from other patrons.
Free event. Open to the public. Parking and entrances are in the rear of the building. To help us give an advance idea of how many people will be attending, please let us know if you prefer to attend the reception 6-7pm, 7-8pm or 8-9pm by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org or calling 401-400-0418. We will also attempt to make the exhibit available virtually before the opening reception or with a Facebook Live during the reception.
If you are unable to attend the opening reception, but would like to see the collection, you may set up a private appointment with Jennifer by calling 401-383-7577 or emailing her at email@example.com.
In early August 2020 East Providence Arts Council held a city wide arts festival in an open studio (open air, open yard) format. Rachel Brask, Finding HippyNess, and Erik Giorgi all showed their artwork outside on the front yard fence to passers-by of the general public. As this even took place during the coronavirus pandemic, social distancing was maintained and artists and guests wore masks when interacting.
“Paint! Exhibit in Gallery 175, Reporter Today, February 27, 2020
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Opening on March 8th is an exhibit featuring the work of three artists who explore the substance of paint to create highly expressive and visually luscious surfaces on their canvases. The show, titled, PAINT!, runs through May 1st, 2020.
Pawtucket based artist, Jim Bradley uses poured resins, inks, and pigments to achieve blends, swirls, and movement. By restricting his palette, he produces beautiful color harmonies through an intuitive process that captures the fluidity of the medium.
Rachel Brask of Warren also explores of the fluidity of paint by creating scintillating veils of thin color that cascade down her canvases in a series titled, Rainy Windows. References to a world beyond are hinted at beyond the rainbow of hues that shimmer on the surface.
On the other hand, exuberant textures dominate the paintings of Cumberland artist, Mary Casale. Inspired by the Abstract Expressionists, Casale applies thick paint in bold colors layer after layer, then scrapes and manipulates, directed by her aesthetic instinct. Her paintings convey powerful energies.
The public is invited to enjoy the artwork at Gallery 175, located at 175 Main Street in downtown Pawtucket in the Blackstone Valley Visitor Center. The gallery is open daily from 10am to 4pm. A reception for the artists will be held on March 8th from 2 to 3:30 pm.
Gallery Night Providence launched their very first Juried Exhibition, titled “Art for Everyone.” Amongst the accepted artworks art two paintings by Rachel Brask, both inspired by rainy moments along the Maine coast. The jurors for curating this exhibition are: Donna Parsons of Dryden Gallery/Providence Picture Frame, Munir Mohammed, Elena Calderon Pantino of RISCA, and Kate Kraczon, curator of David Winton Bell Gallery at Brown University.
A Grand Opening & Gallery Night Kickoff event is scheduled for Saturday, February 29, 2-6pm at Sprout CoWorking Gallery, Providence, RI. Award winners from the juried show will be announced. A second reception for March’s Third Thursday (March 19) will also be held at Sprout CoWorking Gallery 5:30-9pm.
The complete list of accepted artists in this exhibition:
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Rachel Brask recently worked with Chabad Harvard to lead a paint night themed for the Jewish Tu B’Shvat holiday. Rachel created a custom painting that incorporated many fruit-bearing plants highlighted as part of the annual celebration of trees: fig, date palms, almond, olive trees.
About 25 people received step-by-step instruction on how to complete the design on a canvas of their own, that they could take home at the end of the night. After demonstrating each step, Rachel would walk person to person to assist each individual with any questions about the painting process, clarifying steps up close, offering encouragement, and helping to “fix” the parts that guests asked for assistance with to stay on course.
Paint!: Rachel Brask, Jim Bradley & Mary Casale
Gallery 175, Pawtucket RI
This exhibition explores how each artist uses paint for intriguing effects. Rachel Brask’s work incorporates transparent veils of color within a vertical format. Mary Casale works with lots of thick textures and patterns. Jim Bradley’s art conveys the fluidity of running paint.
Opening Reception Sunday, May 8, 2-3:30pm at Gallery 175, located in Blackstone Valley Visitor Center, 175 Main Street, Pawtucket, RI. Free parking for gallery. Gallery 175 website
Exhibition runs May 7-April 30, 2020. Gallery hours open during Blackstone Valley Visitor Center Hours
The newest restaurant in Seekonk MA is excited to have large, colorful and bright paintings by Rachel Brask to adorn its newly renovated walls for the opening two months of its new business. See 7 large paintings from Rachel’s “Abstracted Rainy Moments” series while getting a drink or dinner in Seekonk’s newest bistro and tavern! Show closes March 30, 2020.
Cashmere Bistro & Tavern is located through the lobby at the Seekonk Ramada hotel, 213 Taunton Ave, Seekonk, MA, open daily 4-10pm.
Vote for your favorite 12 paintings of Rachel’s Rainy Days to be included in a 2020 Wall Calendar!
Voting is open until Sunday, October 13 at Midnight EST.
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Calendars are available now for pre-ordering! Limited quantities, so purchase your calendars soon! Preorder pricing ends October 21!
On October 5-6, 2019 the Seekonk Artist Network presents 20 artists at 8 convenient locations in Seekonk, MA, to open their studios and share their art with the public during Seekonk Open Studios! Rachel Brask will be located at 116 Read Street with live painting both Saturday and Sunday 11am-4pm.
116 Read St :
Rachel Brask – Paintings & Live Paint Demos each day
Phil Gruppuso – Fine Woodworking
Tim McCarthy – Assemblage Art
60 Hope St :
Dianne Burns – Paintings, Drawings
Guest Artist, Stephanie Stroud – Fiber Art, Paintings
32 Read St :
Mark Holme – Wire Sculpture, Paintings
Lars Grant-West – Fantasy Illustration
Alex Dunwoodie – Paintings
Maria Holme – Creative Consulting
21 Tompson Dr :
Dawn Campbell – Pottery
Norm Bowlin – Paintings
Bill Clark – Photography, Calligraphy
11 Cleveland St :
Elaine Petrasky – Sea Glass Jewelry
Bryan Bzdula – Photography
104 Walker St :
Mary Jane Andreozzi – Wood Paintings, Fiber Art
Deborah Baldizar – Sculpture
Ann-Marie Gillett- Mixed Media
128 Walker St :
Sarah Jane Lapp – Cards, Puzzles, Paintings
Rick Lescault – Skyjelly, Live Music
128 West Ave :
Tony Lunghi – Fine Woodworking
Ken Moore – Paintings
In June 2019 Rachel Brask had a solo exhibition of 50 paintings in at the Galeria Villa Comunale in Frosinone, Italy. She attended the opening reception along with her parents, who had traveled across the Atlantic Ocean to join her in support. The curator, Alfio Borghese, gave a brief introduction of her work, then Rachel Brask gave a brief talk about her artwork’s inspiration and process, all in beginner’s Italian, with the help of Google Translate. Here are a few photos from the exhibition’s opening reception.
Today was our last full day in Italy, and my last half-day in Florence before we take the train back to Rome to stay at a hotel by the airport for an early flight out tomorrow morning. Late last night I had reserved online tickets to see the Ufizzi Gallery as soon as it opens at 8:15am this morning. I took a taxi by 7:30am and arrived at the Uffizzi shortly afterwards, and looked for the correctly numbered door for those with online tickets to show the email confirmation that I had.
I made my way to the door, where an attendant was performing triage on people trying to get in that line. Since I saw a sign for “online tickets” I naturally got in line until it was my turn. Apparently the online reservation is just a means of picking up prepaid physical tickets to gain entrance to the museum. When it was my turn, I showed the triage attendant the email that I had received last night immediately following purchase of my ticket reservation for the 8:15am timed entry. He looked at it and said something in Italian to the effect of that wasn’t the right email. I pulled up a second email receipt from the online booking, and this time he answered in English and said, “This is the wrong email, just a receipt. You need an email voucher download, you need to download the email voucher. Maybe you get wifi and download it and come back.”
Disheartened, and drawing very close to 8:15am, I rushed around the block to find a cafe that would have WiFi. I found a little hole in the wall and ordered a coffee while I tried to enter the 18-digit WiFi passcode from a piece of paper taped to the napkin dispenser. I scoured the two emails that I had received from my online booking, which while I thought it was the immediate Uffizzi Gallery booking agent, it was actually a thirdparty booking agent WeekendInItaly.com. I clicked on any possible clickable icon in the email, which brought me to their app, their social media pages, and anything else besides a downloadable PDF of this supposed voucher I needed. I refreshed my email dozens of times, thinking maybe there was some mysterious additional email that I needed that somehow didn’t arrive yet, after checking my spam and junk email filters. Still nothing.
By now it was drawing on 8:45am and I had clearly missed my window for the alleged timed entry that I thought I had reserved. Annoyed and frustrated, I gave up because there was nothing I could do. I even asked where the line was to buy regular tickets but that line was way, way longer than I had time for (because I had to return to the hotel by noon to check out of the hotel). Disappointed I started walking back to the hotel. As I was walking by I passed a place called “A Lovely Egg-sperience” which seemed like a breakfast joint. I entered and found a restaurant dedicated to the breakfast experience, so I found a table and settled in. Since my Uffizzi Gallery experience was hopelessly and unexpectedly scrapped, I might as well find some way to redeem the morning by having a nice breakfast. They had a little bit of everything, waffles, pancakes, eggs, toast, even a free-standing honeycomb for honey for tea or oatmeal. I was happy with my mimosa.
After breakfast, I made my way back to the hotel, taking in as much of Florence as I could before we left this charming city this afternoon. When I arrived in the lobby I found my father attempting to check into our flights using the lobby computer. He was getting frustrated because Alitalia/Delta wasn’t allowing us to check into our flights. I took over the keyboard and attempted to enter our separate confirmation numbers on the computer but it still wasn’t working. I tried entering our confirmation numbers using the Delta app on my phone, which redirected to Alitalia, and wha-bam! I was able to check in correctly, at least for my mother’s and my reservation.
I packed up the remaining bits of luggage, handed my postcards to the receptionist to mail them, and checked out of the hotel promptly by noon. The hotel allowed us to hold our luggage there while we went to a restaurant across the street for our last lunch in Florence. It was a cozy place with walls lines with a textured stone. We got simple foodstuffs like pizza and pasta, followed by us all toasting our last day in Florence with shots of limoncello. We recovered our luggage from the hotel and took a taxi to the Florence train station, where we waited an hour for our train to Rome. Again, all the trains within a few minutes’ departure of ours received their platform assignments first, and we had to wait until the last minute when our train’s number appeared on the platform.
The 1.5 hour train ride back to Rome was uneventful and relaxing as we watched the scenery pass by the windows or briefly napped. When we arrived to the Roma Termini we were the first ones in line for a taxi which took us to the airport hotel. While my mother settled into room, my dad and I went to the lounge’s happy hour to see what it was all about. We were poured a glass of wine and given some small hors d’oeuvres and debriefed our impressions of this trip. We returned to the hotel rooms and we all repacked our bags to comply with international airline regulations, and decided to order room service for our last night here. Room service took about a full hour and a half before it was delivered to our door. The food was good even if a little lukewarm. We all went to sleep early so we could get out the door the next morning at 5am.
ADDENDUM: Day 9 Thursday (Return Travel to USA)
Early at 5am we took the shuttle to the airport across the street, checked in our luggage to the gate agent and went to wait in the lounge for our flight. The Rome Fiumencio-DaVinci (FCO) airport is very large, and it took us almost a full hour just to walk to the proper wing to find the lounge nearest to our gate. The gates at this airport were unlike I had seen before, as nobody can enter the walled-off area until it is boarding time, then take an escalator down to another level then walk onto the jetway. When it was our turn we boarded.
Our long flight from Rome to NYC JFK airport was about 9 hours, but it was during the regular daytime so I found it hard to sleep this time around. I watched a few movies, one of which starred Chris Hemsworth as a whaling captain. I ran out of interesting movies so I eventually resorted to playing chess against the computer. I took a few brief naps, and we were served lunch at the beginning of the flight and dinner at the end, with a few snacks and glasses of Aperol spritzer and wine in between.
In JFK my flight to Boston departed about an hour earlier than theirs to Buffalo, so I only had about a 2-hour window to get to the proper gate out, including customs and baggage claim. We all waited for our luggage to come out of the chute before going into customs and the main terminal. Our luggage was among the last to come out, about 45 minutes later. Since my connecting flight departed earlier, I said goodbye to my parents and jetted my way towards the customs line with my two bags.
Since I used the “Mobile Passport” app to answer customs questions, I went right through the Mobile Passport line (much quicker and shorter line) and pretty much ran all the way down the terminal’s corridor until I got to my gate way on the other side of the airport, which involved again going outside of the terminals to get back to Terminal 1, except this time it was during the day. I made it to the right wing, so I ducked into the lounge for just a quick bite to eat for about 15 minutes and then ran again to my gate and caught the plane in time to depart to Boston. When I arrived at Boston Logan airport I knew I was home immediately at the sign of the Dunkin. I was picked up at the airport an hour later and was glad to arrive home and be in bed by 9pm EST. This has been truly a wonderful and exciting trip to Italy, but there’s still no replacement for my own bed. Now to fight off 6-hour jet lag over the next few days and return to life as usual.
After yesterday’s initial trip into Tuscany, we wanted to see a bit more of the beautiful countryside in our short time here rather than taking a train up to Venice for a daytrip. After breakfast we arranged to meet up with a driver who would take us on a half-day trip to Pisa to see the Leaning Tower, and then to Livorno, to see the Mediterranean Sea and to see a part of the city called “Little Venice,” since we wouldn’t end up seeing the real thing.
First we had the same driver as we’ve had the last couple days, a guy in his 40s-50s named Dmitri who spoke some English and always tried to change up our itinerary. This morning we left at 9:30am and he recommended that instead of seeing Livorno that we should go see Lucca, and have lunch at some restaurant in Pisa. With him there was another driver, a woman named Tania, who recommended a little seafood restaurant along the sea cliffs and rocks just outside Livorno. Feeling doormatted by Dmitri, I spoke up in Italian to the female driver about how we wanted to go to Pisa first and maybe a light coffee, but that we wanted to see the Mediterranean Sea and have lunch along the coast in Livorno with a beautiful seaside vista. He eventually backed down and said that we’d go to Pisa then Livorno, not Lucca. Tania would be our driver once we were outside the city, since he had an appointment. Once Tania took over the car, it took a few tries to get the transmission to get into gear, even though it was automatic transmission.
An hour later we arrived at Pisa, a cute little town that became more and more touristy the closer we got to the center of town. Eventually Tania pulled over the car to a place where we could see the top of the tower from behind a few buildings and trees. My parents and got out of the car and walked to the tower plaza and took photos every few steps to get a new and different vantage point for talking both selfies and video. We did of course try to take the obligatory photo pretending to hold up the leaning end of the tower. A photo one of my parents took of me trying to hold up the leaning tower just looks like I’m trying to do a weird dance, but the one I took of my father “holding up” the Leaning Tower of Pisa looks a bit more convincing.
We walked around but it was so very, very hot and humid that we decided to take some time and get a coffee or cappuccino nearby under one of the tented patios. My parents ordered Cokes and I got a cappuccino and we all shared a light lemon cream cake. Even though we were in the shade and drinking cold drinks (except me being stupid by drinking hot espresso), it was still uncommonly and unbearably hot. By around the time we finished our beverages it was about time to go and meet our driver, and then on to the seaside lunch spot in Livorno, followed by exploring the city central plaza, the Terrazza Moscana.
Livorno is about a half-hour drive by car until we were close to the restaurant where we had a 1:30pm lunch reservation. We drove around a little bit until we finally found the restaurant, which was right along the side of a cliff looking out onto the Mediterranean Sea. The color of the water right next to the rocks was the most perfect shade of turquoise-into-blue that I’ve seen in the natural world. The rest of the sea, from the distance, looked a bit blue-er, a sparkling blue from our vantage point. There were even people camps on the rocky ledges and others who were swimming.
The restaurant had a good selection of fish, but their fish wasn’t what I was there for (because seafood doesn’t really agree with me): I was there for the views . I ordered a white wine and a crostini as an appetizer and they got something small pasta as a meal instead of as a first course, or “primo piatto.” They brought out the pasta and the crostini at the same time as their meals, so I thought that this was my meal by accident. I traded some of my fish to dad and he gave me some of his pasta. Then they brought out my actual meal of the beef I had ordered, but I didn’t need it anymore, and then the waitress looked as confused as we did when she brought it out. I suppose that something got lost in translation, as the waitress did not seem to speak English and my Italian wasn’t proficient enough to mitigate the confused order. While we were eating lunch we were getting bitten often by the insects and it was still very hot, so as soon as we finished eating and paid the bill, we opted to return directly to the hotel in Florence instead of going to downtown Livorno as originally planned. I will just have to try to check out Livorno on my own the next chance I can return to Italy. It was nice to at least be able to see the sea!
After we got back to the hotel, my parents and I walked around Florence for a couple hours, and then we all went to the restaurant on the lower level just to get some afternoon coffee and shared dessert, and then the two of them turned in early for the night. Before we left Florence, there was one last friend’s recommendation for a restaurant that we wanted to see for skyroof dining with supposedly beautiful views of Florence.
So I made reservations for just myself at this local rooftop restaurant by the name of Sesto on Arno an hour later at 830pm. Between now and then I washed some laundry and took a short nap. After getting all ready, I called a taxi and arrived on time for my reservation, took the elevator to the 6th floor and was immediately drawn in by the views of the hills, the River Arno, and the city nearby. During dinner, the sunset started its transition, so I got up several times to walk to the rail to take better photos than I could take from my table on the interior of the restaurant, excusing myself as waitstaff kept rushing by me with plates and drinks.
The views of the sunset were definitely worth the trip up to the top. The food was also quite good. They brought a starter of a glass of Prosecco to go with the varied breads and olive oil, followed by a small flat cylinder of something gelatinous that I’m still not entirely sure what it was, but I think the intent was to be a palate cleanser for the next course. The gelatin-thing wasn’t gross, just curious. The main course was a plate of several spinach and ricotta balls with a drizzle of light wine sauce, they were very tasty. For dessert I was brought a plate with what appeared to be a large chocolate globe and several smaller lighter-brown spheres.
When I used the spoon to crack the large chocolate globe it turned out to be a chocolate-and-hazelnuts mousse, with the small spheres being a coffee mascarpone mousse. It was quite delicious! To accompany dessert I had a small hot chocolate, since I had not yet had the amazingly delicious version of Italian hot chocolate yet this trip, and I was not disappointed. When the waiter brought my bill, it was accompanied by an adorable little tray of petit fours! I tried just a small bit of each, paid my bill, and left the restaurant to return to my hotel, where I completed my evening of “treat yoself” with a bubble bath and a good night’s sleep.
Yesterday was a very active day so we slept in this morning until 9:30am and met my parents for breakfast at 10:30am in the tea room of our hotel. At 11am our car and driver arrived to take us the hour ride to Castello Verrazzano, a vineyard and winery tour and a lunch and wine pairing. The ride through the Tuscany countryside is beautiful, with lush greens and rows of vines and olive trees and clear sky.
The winery is located in a castle that dates back to the 1100s-1200s and was owned by the explorer Giovanni da Verrazano who discovered New York and for whom the Verazzano-Narrows Bridge is named today. The property is beautiful, with a fountain and pond, trees, fields, gardens, , and restaurant. We learned that in addition to grapes and olives, they also grow tomatoes, lettuce, fruit, and they raise wild boar. We joined up with our tour group for the tour in English, with a very enthusiastic and articulate woman who spoke both Italian and English. We went around the property, down into the wine cellar with wines over 100 years old, saw giant oval-shaped barrels aging, even some aging for the sweet wine or vinsanto. We also poked our nose into a grate to sniff the strong aroma of balsamic vinegar that is in the process of aging for 10 years into a very expensive balsamic. The stairs of the wine cellars were sometimes tricky, but there were a few stone tunnels and narrow passages that definitely felt like we were stepping into the old times of millennium earlier.
After the tour and exploration of the winery and processes, we were guided to the dining room where several octo-and nonagenarian women were having lunch and where we would be having our wine tasting and lunch. At our table was a couple from Ireland who were here on vacation. We had a pleasant time chatting with them about our differences and similarities in cultures and experiences in Italy. They were just leaving Florence while we had barely just arrived.
The wines were poured in order of white wine (chiaro bianco) then reds: Chianti Classico, then Chianti Reserva, then the Supertoscano wine. Each wine glass was paired with each course: the white with the salami, cheese and prosciutto, the Chianti Classico with the spaghetti and red sauce, the Chianti Reserva with the meat plate of aged pork, the Supertoscano somewhere in the middle. We were also given just 2 drops of the super-expensive balsamic vinegar to taste, which we were encouraged to sip slowly after each bite of cheese during the first course, not as a salad dressing. The guide expressed that to put this fine of a balsamic vinegar on salad would be a waste, because this kind is so fine that it is to be savored and nothing less.
After the main course, a plate of biscotti and a small shot glass of sweet wine were brought to our table. I recognized this specialty plate as the same vinsanto as what we tried last night at the Il Latini restaurant. This was served just before dessert, in order to provide a change in transition for the palate. Though this time doing vinsanto, our guide encouraged us not just to dip the biscotti in the wine then take a bit, but to also suck the wine out of the biscotti before biting it. Dessert was a simple fruit torte served with coffee. We were asked if we wanted coffee “correcto” with grappa, a clear alcohol like vodka, or if we wanted plain coffee. I tried first the coffee, espresso, without the grappa, and it tasted strongly of a coffee. After putting the grapa in the espresso glass, the flavor turned pungent and bitter, and completely unrecognizable to coffee. I think I preferred the coffee without the grapa.
After we finished up our dinner and wine, we went to the counter to order some wines and olive oil to send home, and then we checked out and met our driver again for our ride back to the hotel. He asked if we wanted to go to another winery along the way and we declined because we were ready for a break. The drive back to Florence was very pretty to see all of the different wineries and olive trees all in a row in the countryside. It was also so wonderful to get out to the countryside to have a break from the city.
Along the drive we stopped at Ponte Vecchio, the “old bridge” of 600-700 years old that still has shops and apartments built over the bridge. After we returned to our hotel we took a bit to rest and I got some laundry started in my hotel room’s double sink, and then I napped for a short while. Then my father and I went out and walked around the Duomo Piazza and stopped at a wine bar where we got some wine and I got a spritzer. My father was still tired so he went back to the hotel so then I got a lite dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall trattoria called Il Contadino, by recommendation of a friend that had passed through Florence a few weeks ago.
The sun was setting on the way to the ristorante so I walked along the river to snap some photos of the sunset’s progress. Then I found the right place and asked for a table for one, and was seated by the waitress. The menu was entirely in Italian and I was ready to take up the challenge of ordering all in Italian, as we had to do at a few other cafes and restaurants we had tried in our time in Italy. I ordered a pesto pasta and salad, and for dessert they brought strawberries in mascarpone cream. It was all very delicious but I was still rather full from this afternoon’s winery lunch so I just nibbled a little at each of the courses.
After dinner I walked around the river and streets of Florence for awhile more, just taking in everything and observing the people and the changes in lights, as the night lights started reflecting over the river. Today was a festival, so there were a few fireworks that kicked up over the river as well, with many crowded to watch it. As I was tired from walking and it was still very hot even for evening, I stopped at a bar and ordered an aperol spritz while sitting in their quiet but picturesque courtyard. After finishing I called a taxi back to my hotel where I filled up the tub and took the first bubble bath I’ve had in over two decades until I was so relaxed it was time to go to bed.