La vie de Poliziani

We are developing a nice daily routine.  Jet lag is still making us wake up at 4am and by 7am we have breakfast at the apartment.  We venture out into the crisp morning air, up the hill, past the street sweepers and rubbish men, across the deserted main square and down Via di Voltaia nel Corso to Caffe Poliziano, which first opened its doors in 1868.

At this time of the morning the only patrons are impeccably dressed old ladies and gents coming in for their caffeine fix – all taken at the bar.  We order our cappuccinos and chocolate brioches and shuffle down the deserted back of the café to a table overlooking the Tuscan countryside.  By 10am we have solved a good number of the world’s ailments and are ready for the day to begin.