If you go definitely go to the Plaza in the early morning, it gets to packed too actually see it later. This is an old postcard of the Plaza San Marcos during the holidays. I loved Florence, also, but framed all the stuff I would have scanned from there. Florence is like Art Gallery capital. It was there that I discovered why everyone knows English as I watched a French student speak to an Italian guard in English.
American accents are bad.
I spoke no Italian and Italy created some of my fondest memories. The dude on the right is simply an older Greek man fishing. We neither of us spoke one anothers languages, but that so rarely makes trouble. This is the coast about a half a kilo from my hotel's beach. I did, indeed, tan topless on this beach.