I called the tour company, they explained that transit workers would be on strike that Friday and that the gallery would likely not be open so they wanted to re-book our tour on another day or on another tour. Our itinerary didn't allow for this, so we opted for a refund and freaked out a little that we probably wouldn't be able to see the museum we were most excited about. Cue furious Googling on my iPhone to figure out what the heck was going on. One thing my Googling mentioned, during strikes to expect public demonstrations and street closures for parades. I paused to contemplate this. I, slightly disgruntled with my current work situation, had brief flashes of me joining the Italians to protest my BS paycheck compared to my workload. Sure I don't work in the Italian transportation industry, but I'm sure I could explain to them my beef and I bet they'd totally let me join their demonstrations. Also I briefly had visions of the hubs bailing me out of an Italian jail the next morning as a result of my protests against "the man" holding me down. No, today was not the day to join an Italian labor demonstration.
So back to the Uffizi. You are supposed to make a reservation to go in, lest you have to wait an obscene length of time in line to go in. These reservations book up months in advance. We had made no such reservation since it was covered in our tour. Which was now cancelled. We decided to take our chances anyways and loiter around in that line (which was quite short because no one thought the museum would be open) while the staff that had come in met to decide if they had enough people to open the museum. We didn't have to wait long, they decided to open and we were IN!
|Inside the Palazzo Vecchio, brief detour on the way to the Uffizi|
|View of the river and bridges from the Uffizi window|
|Inside the Duomo|
|I made Darryl drink out of the fountain, we didn't know how to do this the "right way" until we reached Rome|
|Us on the Ponte Vecchio, a Medieval bridge|
|The globe room at the Galileo Museum|
It was a pretty interesting museum, uncrowded, and well air conditioned. But our bodies were getting tired so back to the hotel (on the completely opposite side of the city again of course) we went for a little rest.
That night we went to a little restaurant we'd discovered on our stroll the night before. We settled down with some of the house table wine and had a little appetizer which was basically ham, tomato, basil, and cheese toasted.
I had the wild boar pappardelle.
Then we found D some gellato (he ate this 2x a day people, not even joking) and strolled back to the hotel to rest up for our biking tour of the Tuscan wine country the next morning!