Piazza della Passera The Florentine little Montmartre
“I would like to have an ice cream, not because I am hungry, rather it is more a whim, exactly what I should avoid given that I am on a diet” “Stop with this diet Marti! If I were a man, I would lose my mind for you! I’ll take you to one of my places where you can find the best ice cream in Florence” So I ended up in Piazza della Passera, in that corner of the city of Santo Spirito neighbourhood. We had passed Ponte Vecchio and the more we moved away the more I had the feeling that the splendour of Florence, that purely tourist and prêt-à-porter, turned into something more intimate, into a Florentine beauty, little noisy and celebrated, we ended up in that Piazza that my friend Sofia considered one of her places.