Aaahhhh...the booming, trendy little night club right out my window called "Twice" (see picture). I understand the club scene: shakin' your thang, flirting, teasing the boys, acting coy, rejecting the nice guys, etc, etc. As the time approaches two in the morning, we all know that the DJ winds down, guys rush to get 'that' girl's number, and we start filing out for the cafes. That is NOT how it happens in Florence. Them italiani keep their parties running until 4 or 5 am. Not just your weekend Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights (or mornings) but your Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights too!! And the superficial "I'm so important" scene: girls telling secret nothings to their select circle and giggling their throats off. If only this had been done inside the club. But why, when they have the empty, echoing streets available to them. So they file outside laughing and chatting as guys yell after them "PERCHE NO?!?!!"
You can imagine how I adjusted to my jet lag...