Magnums were almost our undoing in Florence. On the walk from the bus station, we stopped for a Classic (not the hard-to-find Double), and with hand and mouth occupied, Tom was a too tempting tourist target to pass up. While the little woman distracted him, the small kid almost had his hand in Tom's pocket (which, as it turns out, was empty anyway). Through a deft, well-coordinated move, avoiding dumping the half-eaten magnum, Tom was able to grab the kid's wrist and twist him away. The experience, however, did not dampen our Magnum enthusiasm.

We hit most of the big Florence tourist spots, with surprisingly short waits at the museums. Michelangelo's David was in fine form, with a big milling pointing crowd all around. Patti inadvertently (fatigue again?) tried to exit through an unmarked door, setting off the alarms, and was politely shown the correct exit by a guard.