on the search for Via Ricásoli, where we had our apartment, I got nervous because we had to be there before 9 pm. Some minutes before 9 o´clock we stopped to ask a passerby for the direction. Unfortunately I asked a rather snooty person, who instead of helping me with the direction, corrected my pronunciation. I had to repeat the name of the street like a school child before he gave me the right directions. Via Ricásoli is one of the small side alleys around the area of the cathedral. It may have been 5 minutes past 9, but our host went wild. The concluding sentence of his tirade was that there is no normal person who travels without navigation device.
oil on canvas, painted on a canvaswrapped woodden frame